The best thing ever is driving 532 at 10:30pm after a glorious visit with my baby blasting Death Cab at 19. Heh. Really. When there's next to no one else on the road... fantastic.
Time with Terry was so very badly needed. Jesus. Of course, his mom was hovering around us the entire time and inquiring about our food intake for the day and thus trying to shove food down our throats and lecturing me about how I should stop bleaching my hair, but that's okay. Heh!
Ohhhh pants.
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