...makes Nate something something.
Just woke up in time to go pull Rowan off the bus. The driver chuckled at my stumbling out to retrieve the daughter, but I did make it. The kiddo gets to come home and have supper this evening and that's what counts. Karla is bringing home tamales...yummmy!
Now I feel the call of STALKER...
gotta go!
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