Anyway it finally did, and Ned and I are half decaf,
Half decaf. Oh my god. Effing autocorrect. I'm blogging from my phone, in my polka-dot pajamas, at noon. Half decaf.
HALF DEAD is what I meant to say. And we had big plans this weekend too. So crap. I have a photo I wish I could put in here and thanks iPhone, for your help, of Ned wearily getting ice cream with me. That was the most we could do, was get ice cream. Which shockingly was only four points.
I will write tomorrow if I live.
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