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...
happy new year!
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