73 degrees people!
Tomorrow makes no sense whatsoever.
Is whatsoever one word?
What. So. Ever.
Dunno.
Or...
I. Don't. Know.
I'm tired.
I'm in the car with Mr. Wright on our way for an ice cream run.
It's like a date.
Except we didn't dress up, or brush our teeth, or put on clean clothes.
And were very tired.
And we just want ice cream.
Happy weekend!
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