I'll take you there. But, you'll never want to leave.
Going to good ol' NoDak for the weekend.
I am making a surprise trip because every member of my family I have talked to in the past few weeks has guilt-tripped me so, so well. And, it's our church's bazaar, and I am sure I will have to serve coffee to cranky old ladies like I did every year of my teen years.
Hey! Hey you! This pot is cold. Is this decaf? Bring me decaf.
These are the same ladies that called me the "husky one." (If you make fun of me about this, I will effin kill you. I'm a little sensitive.)
So, I am headed North.
Bye Bridgie. Remember: that room is NOT public domain.
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Okay, I won't call you "husky." Can I call you "big n' tall?"
No, but for reals, you ARE a cranky old lady. You should be yelling about the coffee, not serving it.
Regular? I'll take some if you have it there, don't need room for cream. I drink it black, just black.
So how was the trip?
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