I am stuck at the moment. Stuck like gum on the bottom of your shoe. I wanted, I planned on going to look at a house on the other side of town that may be affordable to buy. But … clearly or claro, as we say in Spanish, a peep or two objects very strongly to this possibility. It took me an hour to get in comfy clothes in order to do this errand. Now I am in bed very much in fogland. Must. Make. It. Stop.
sending hugs your way xo
Thanks!
Hate fogland 😦
Me too!
🙂 glad you had a good day!
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