Tomorrow is the worst day of summer. Is there any day less looked forward to than the last day-long drive home at the end of a great vacation, knowing you’ll roll in late and have top rise early for work? Goodbye, Michigan. Goodbye, family and friends. And thank you for taking such good care of us!
Congratulations on your anniversary! I know what you mean, I'm coming down from a seventeen day high…
But I'm back!
Hubba
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