It’s been a rough month.
For a lot of reasons.
If I can survive two more days, I get Bob all to myself for sixteen days. Well…fourteen…because two of those are Christmas and SOCIAL OBLIGATIONS. Mech.
But still.
Two weeks of late nights, lazy mornings, minimal ventures out of the house, and all the shameless inanity we can muster.
I need this.
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