So, Saturday morning. Upstate, as usual. Mom wakes Gill and I up at like 8 (or rather, we got up at 8 after her bustling around in our room from like 6:30 onwards) and we go to the Trading Post to get milk and glass cut. Random, right? Well, we're shopping and Mom goes and gets the glass and tells us later to go pick it up. Okay, mental image
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Seriously, after writing this post and I went back and listened to ALNM and kept thinking of your beard. It was awesome.
*kisses!*
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