In my family, our reunion involves a potluck at the town hall in the teeny-tiniest town in Iowa. We get together for a few hours so little ones can play, big ones can look at all the old pictures, and old ones can chat in a low hum about who died this year.
Eat, pray, leave.
Eat, play, repeat.
|Right around the time he got pissy because he was “trying to keep the car on the road” and wanted to “get to Traverse in one piece”. Pfft.|
|Yay! My Guys!!|
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