My Saturday night going into Sunday midnight was spent on a couch pretending to watch a UFC fight. I dozed off several times or maybe slept through the whole fight, but I’m sure no one noticed.
The best part of the night was spent eating Whataburger fries dipped in gravy on the ride home. FINALLY, making it home to snuggle in my bed was the second best part.
Sunday morning, I woke up to some sad news. It was kind of a strange way to start off a perfect morning; it was the first Sunday in a few weeks I was able to sleep in and soak up the sun.
I want to thank my sister Caro for holding it together and doing the part that everyone else should have attempted to do.
Hugs and kisses to my sister Ish-shah, my brother in law, and my furry niece and nephews.


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