The tinier person inside of me wants to say something, but the slightly larger person inside of me who thinks this might be a confirmation that karma actually exists says to shut up.
This is a little delayed. I forgot how hilarious I find it until now.
Nobody cares because I haven’t said anything of worth. (And everything I blog about is always so valuable.)
Two more workdays this week.
Cali the Monday after that.
Call me a jet setter.
But don’t, because we’re driving to Wisconsin.