Do you want to hear my horror story from yesterday?I’m getting grooves in my teeth sanded down and filled. I’m reeeaaaallllllyyyyy scared.![]()
I don't think it really matters. Just until the salt is wet, not soupy. It should still be crumbly though.So I'm calibrating my hygrometer because I just learned that it doesn't come pre-adjusted. It's in a baggie, three inches from the salty bottle cap. So... Exactly how much water was I supposed to put in the cap?

And I'm going to assume you did NOT learn about run-on sentences in school today.As I write this I’m being jostled up and down left and right by the late bus as I go home on an extra long bus route cause it’s the late bus and it doesn’t have a regular route… and there are tonnns of potholes and the bus is old and it is torture.

Let me tell you a thing. Not guaranteed to work, but it's worth a shot.
Get you a little note and write the ol' "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" Pick-up line on it.
Waltz up to her with all the false courage in the worl and you butcher that line. "D-did you fall from heaven, or-" *pulls note out and drops it* "Oh shoot, I'm sorry! I just think you're so pretty/cute!" *Continue to fumble for note*
The more awkward, the more points. Maybe drop your books while you're at it. See if she doesn't help you.
XD

how are cheerio and tater?
