Sunday Tired Sunday
After a few hours of restless sleep on a half-inflated air mattress in a freezing cold room (seriously Heath- it was fine, don't worry your pretty little head about it, you were a great host!), all I really wanted to do was get a pound of jo-jos, drive home, put on sweats and climb into bed.
What I did instead was have breakfast (at that one place, you know, the place by the bowling alley???) with Krista. It wasn't jo-jos and tv but it was amusing none the less. Especially where she looked past me and said "isn't the mountain pretty today?" and I looked around trying to figure out how she expected me to believe in the 10 years since I lived there they had moved Mount Rainier from one side of the road to the other. Turns out, she was just looking at me while talking. Huh.
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