Seriously.
This little freshman is getting to me.
She’s saying stuff like I’m apparently letting the lacrosse coach down by not playing this weekend.
Except… the coach KNEW I was only playing these two weekends. I have two people filling in for me.
Oh, and apparently I’m faking breaking my wrist.
WITH A VERY OBVIOUS X-RAY TO SHOW THERE’S A CRACK IN MY FREAKING BONE.
Seriously.
Just…
Don’t go talk crap about somebody to THEIR BEST FRIENDS at a lunch table when you don’t know a damn thing about what’s going on.
AT ALL.
