ROFL It's 66 here with thunderstorms. Tomorrow, 77 for the high and more thunderstorms. I'm up at the Crack of dawn. Drink some cocoa for me? Night, Mel! You too, Pupper, if you're still on.
Just realized I texted my girlfriend an hour ago. "Terry just lay and think." Her name is not Terry or anything close to it. She texted back, "?" It must have seemed like quite an odd text. Like I was trying to calm my secret gay boyfriend. I'd meant to type, "Do you ever just lay and think?"
Eating leftover cranberries from Thanksgiving. I used to be able to eat a whole bowl full of these things, now they give me some serious reflux. Isn't growing up great?