Tarynn Paschall

It seems like Christmas is always one of the hottest days of the year around here. Last week it was rainy and in the 50s, and all of a sudden it’s back up to 80 degrees, just in time for Christmas. So today we headed out to the park- in shorts and sandals, no less. It was rather uneventful, aside from the jerk who decided it was cool to smoke at a park filled with children. Not to mention the fact that his wife was pregnant and standing right next to him while he was puffing away. If you want to kill yourself and pollute your child’s lungs in the process, feel free, but don’t subject me and my daughter to that nasty crap. Some people are so rude. Josh managed to capture a picture of me being pissed off about the smoke. I’m not very subtle about my distaste for smoking in public places.
Observe:

That face was followed by a very loud “What kind of idiot smokes at a park with tons of children around?!?!!”

Then, we came home and I pretended it was rainy and cold outside while listening to Christmas music and baking cookies with K. Betty Crocker ain’t got nothin’ on us!!

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