It's a beautiful, sunny Friday outside... so of course I'm not feeling very well. Sigh.
Anyway, your four lines of prose this week, partially inspired by Kat starting Spring Break today, shall be about: breaking point.
We all knew Ernesto was close. We just didn't know what would be the final straw.
But we should have at least known better than to continue carpooling with him.
Now as we're stuck in yet another traffic jam and he's pulling a gun out of the glove compartment, I guess it's safe to say he's finally reached his breaking point.