as i was packing to leave this summer, on more than one occasion, my mom tried to get me to pack some scissors. she insisted that i would need a good pair of scissors. and i think i eventually agreed. however, i forgot to get the scissors that she was trying to send with me.
fast forward to kuwait, here i am, trying to unpack things in my apartment, and i just wish i had a pair of scissors! then a few days later, i'm trying to wash my dishes...i need a pair of scissors!
why didn't i just listen to my mom and bring a pair of scissors??
mom, you were right! as usual. :)
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