Overheard in Mexico

"You're photo-bombing my drink with your junk."

"Is that a problem?"

"I'm just afraid it will make my 'delicious and refreshing' caption a little confusing."


Did you miss me keeping your lives all classy? 

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StephLove said…
I had to start reading your archives. I'm up to April 2011, which I think is just about 6 or 7 months before I started reading the blog, so I've almost closed the gap.
March 26, 2016 at 6:05 PM
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