Sometimes in a girl's life a weekend comes along that is perfect. When she emerges, covered in bug bites, salt and sand. Also sometimes she's a little hungover and can't return to a certain bar in Ipswich, MA.
Our hats are excellent.
I commodored your mother's rear last night.
It was fantastic and has left me refreshed and ready to take on the week. I wasn't even deterred when The Boy came to wake me up yesterday morning with a sentence that included, "kitty" and "biological accident in the basement."
And I definitely took on the day. We'll see about the rest of the week.
*I still maintain that bartender told himself to suck a bag of dicks.