What ISN’T romantic about staying in on a rainy Saturday night? (I ask you.)
Listening to Hall and Oates (go ahead, click on the link, feel the music), dancing solo in the kitchen, drinking a glass of pinot noir. Before you judge, Hall and Oates holds the “first tape ever” title in my life so it makes me happy in the special way that only a first tape can. Can you imagine a better entrance into the world of music acquisition and appreciation? You can? Really? Ok fine, it should have been Thriller.
Does it count that my 2nd grade crush was on a boy by the name of Michael? He had a red leather Thriller jacket.
(Mom) Weekend update to come in the wake of our inability to connect in the last week!
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