There was a creeper at the chicken store who kept talking to me like we were old buddies. Said he remembered my car. When I asked the cashier who he was she said he's a perv who digs through the trash for cans. Great.
Reaves made it through the wedding and she and Lauren are both worn out. She wore a cute little white dress and pink converse like the bride. I'm still looking at the pictures.
One thing that Lauren and I have very little of is time alone. The plans are for her to come this way next Saturday and us have some girl time. It's been a looooooong stretch since that happened.
See y'all on the flip side :)
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