What state I’m in when you read this will depend entirely on what time I get out of bed on Sunday. Everyone hope that I got up when I was supposed to and made it out of the door on time.
But did you think I could make it in and out of Atlanta without something odd being said? Of course not, you know me better than that, don’t you?
“They’re nice women, but they would have bought the chickens.”
(M and I neither one are much for decorating with china/glass/ceramic/wood/straw/etc chickens)
“I will have a social life for one whole day.”
(I’m seeing four different friends in about 8 hours on Sunday in Chicago)