I could say that I regretted Spencer's and my little trip down to Colorado Springs.
I'd never been there and felt a little out of sorts.
You know, the kind of out of sorts where you drink to right yourself and end up wronging yourself.
Anyway, it doesn't matter because I laughed my ass off.
And the drive home, at 8 in the morning, was crispy with a white rain/snow mix...I shoved a Sonic breakfast sandwich in my face...and arrived home in enough time to get my act together for Craftin' Out.
Thanks, Baby S!
xox
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