We were driving to Helen and searching for campers so each of us could win the game, and I saw a street sign that said Casper Street. Not a mile further, we found Lawson Street. I still wonder if they intersect.
Either way, it was one of those things that told me God is watching.
I got the funk after all and was out of commission the whole weekend. It sucked, especially considering Sunday was me and Michael's nine month celebration
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