Last night, some sketchers dragged us ten miles up Logan canyon, across an icy bridge, and to a scary cabin in the middle of one thousand trees. I don't think anyone realized just how many prepositions would get involved.
But we are safe, and have so far proven to be unscathed by the event. And our body temperatures will most likely return back to normal. And I will never wear tights and a dress to an apple pi event ever again. And also, I refuse to visit the nunnery. Just so we are clear.
Thankfully, my trusty cuzzy stood by my side every step of the way. May-lons, you're my best girl... And not just because you cuddle with boys that look like Ben Affleck. I like you for other reasons too.