My boob is sore from where Riley was leaning against it when he sat on the bench to chat with us. I was right there until he mentioned the DUI and having his mama pick him up. Ugh. Bring us some salsa and keep it moving. AND we missed the bar brawl. Damn. Have a safe trip home. Write me a poem that actually rhymes and includes "fuck."
Love ya!
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at first I thought the post about "losing my shit" was for me...Ha! Imagine my relief when I scrolled down to find this!
I concur - Riley had me at "they're funny, I'll take them" and lost me on "got a DUI a couple months back.."
this is my first day back from residency and crazy family visitations... SOOOoooooo...
I'm working on the fuck poem... stay tuned.
Lovin ya!
Amber
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