Of Soaring and Snowjobs
What do you get when snow meets SOAR? Snore? SNOAR! Saying Nothing Of Any Reality. My reality is that snowstorm saved me fifteen bucks.
Please excuse my absence last week. I got some very good news and couldn't handle it.
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Please excuse my absence last week. I got some very good news and couldn't handle it. |
There's really only one thing we can do this week. We're going to Dollywood. |
Everything does not happen for a reason. But most things do. |