When I was in high school my dad used to call me a midnight marauder. It was for me and/or my girls when we were headed out for the night or for when he saw us in the morning. I would like to note that I had a curfew of 10pm until I was eighteen so a midnight marauder I was not. And now the only marauding going on are the thoughts that steal my sleep. Hours and hours of sleep. So, I'm sharing them with you...
Ummm. It must be past 37 because I've got one, too. And so do my kids. Yikes. Pitiful since I had a brand new SPF 50 in my bag. Urrrggg.
ReplyDeleteCheck my blog tommorow 5/21 for an epic tale of surnaburnage. Absolutely ridiculous and I'm 15 years older than you!
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