It's Me, Sara Louise

Being totally mature, I called it a night about 11pm on Brazil Day. The Husband was not so mature. He and Gatz (because of course Gatz was staying with us) bumbled in at 4am. Now here’s a question for you; do you think they came in quietly and went straight to bed? Or do you think they decided to make a little mischief outside Honey Jr’s house using drunken whisper voices? (which we all know is just shouting in a breathy voice).

Of course it was drunken whisper mischief. You know it was.

Despite the 4am disturbance, I woke up bright eyed and bushy tailed a little after 7, went outside with my special, write on glass pen, and wrote all sorts of fun things all over the windows of Gatz’s car. A little payback for drunken whisper mischief (sometimes I’m not so mature).
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