Indeed. Though unfortunately I spent the absolute hottest part sitting for two and a half solid hours in the blinding sun, watching strangers in black robes parade up and down a football field. Does *anyone* actually enjoy graduation ceremonies?
I know, right? ;) My poor family had no idea why I started cracking up all of a sudden. I believe they attributed it to some kind of mental breakdown due to 48 hours inside a minivan. Which, to be fair, would be entirely plausible. One time we drove all the way from New England to Denver, CO in under two days, and I still can't fathom how we ever survived that experience.
I worked at a coffee place for the longest time, and we would mark the takeout lids for big orders, and the code for hot chocolate was HC. So I'd write HC on somebody's drink lid and be like, hee hee hee.
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