Let's start with a huge woosah! Because the parental units daughter is something else. I can't help but smh and say she is ditzy. Failed to tell me about her stopping in atl on the way to bama as well as on the way back. So I have to find accommodations last second.
The pain is something else. And seems to be building. Ugh! And it will only get worse when I get around thr parental units. But have to do something before things get worst.
I need an HQ intervention. Missing her little ass. An atidote to this mess most delicious and thoroughly.
And to top it off the parental unit's daughter's driving doesn't inspire comfort and relaxation. Like...at all!
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