Mom got her tickets to the Cure concert and I got my passport so that I can finally go visit my beloved anytime she calls. I mean, anytime she calls and I have a wad of cash, I can call a taxi, and figure out how to get through airport security without more than 3 ounces of liquid in my pull-up. Man, this is gunna be harder than I thought.
All teasing about the concert should be directed to Mom directly. My blog can't handle that level of activity.
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Chickpea's heart is a-flutter at the very thought of this. What love!
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