It STILL doesn’t feel like Friday. The mister and I are parked in the tiki bar enjoying a glass of merlot. (Well, he has beer; the merlot is mine.)
It’s uncommonly warm — 70s even now that the sun has gone down and supposed to be in the 80s again tomorrow. It’s the warmest holiday season I can ever remember in Florida. Thanks, Koch Bros!
My godless heathen teen is attending a church youth group function with a friend. I told her I didn’t have a problem with that as long as she didn’t come home with a crate of snakes and babbling in an unknown tongue.
What are y’all up to?