I started doing laundry
at 5:42 am today. (Because I'm an adult and that's how I roll.) There
is this totally cute guy at the local summer stock theater that I
totally have a crush on who is like 23 years old. (Austin so doesn't
care.) As I was carrying my clean laundry up the steps this morning,
I realized my laundry basket is the same age as this scrumptious
child I've been ogling this summer. Yep, thanks for making me feel
old, kid.
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