My husband has been in Atlanta since Wednesday, and I'm headed to the airport right now (Saturday morning) to join him. I'm going to Atlanta for a BBQ, Scarlett would be proud, and then we're both flying back early Sunday morning. He jets away again on Sunday night.
I feel like a baller, since I'm flying to Atlanta for a BBQ. I also feel tired.
This is one of those days where I don't think my 12 year old self would recognize my 34 year old life.
This is my life? This is my life!
...and see if Scarlett can find you some nice curtains while you're there..
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