It's been a while since the last time I went out with Vin--though the last time was memorable since he hadn't yet discovered that his dog couldn't stomach any kind of fruit; that Frebreze bottle was never too far away--and tonight was well worth the indulgence. Over a hot chocolate and a mound of dessert that neither of us finished, we just chatted and vented and stuffed ourselves with soulfood.
Thinsulate
Skunks
Crushes
Haagen Dazs
The night was good. Thanks, Vin, and have a good convocation tomorrow, even if it IS without the mortar boards. ;)
p.s. why do guys seem to always like to wear white running shoes to mow the lawn in? A mystery for the ages.
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I've always worn black shoes when I do it.... wait, this could be interpreted wrongly...
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