Is This Real Life?

 

So.  I’d love to tell you what happened this weekend, but I can’t.  One because it was Poops bachelorette party and you leave it in the vault.  Two, because I’m pretty sure no one remembers.

I can tell you that Port Aransas will never be the same.  I can also tell you that Reba McIntire would be offended by the version of “Fancy” that was “performed” at the karaoke bar Friday night.  And I can also also tell you that I’m fairly certain I’m dying a little inside.

I think the baby says enough for all of us only we never found the formula.  Just the bloody mary mix.

Can’t stop won’t stop, yo.

That’s what the kids say now. I think.

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