Poke-her face.
Sometimes I get complainy about life (about, oh you know, the global warming,
the cancer, the guns, the haters in the world - "Sara is a four-eyed donkey with
a face like a foot!", and the fact that most of the time I still feel like the dorky girl
who gets pegged with eight balls in the first few seconds of a game of dodgeball).
And then I see something we made and I think, well all right!