When I was back in Michigan this week, my mother bought me a pair of black fuzzy snow boots.
I just spent an entire minute talking to them, thinking they were Ruby. I only figured it out when I went to pet her and she felt...boot-y.
Maybe I should have gotten that Lasik.
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Oh. Snort. Too funny.
Someone as blind as me, my son, and husband.
Black fuzzy boots! Quick, take a picture!
June, I feel like I haven't talked with you in ages!
I KNOW, right? But I did read you while I was in Saginaw. I caught up on the coffee gal.
And hotfessional, I look look looked for exit 22, but we must've never been on the right freeway. Or expressway, as they say there. But thanks for all the snow.
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