It felt like a black and white Friday.
It’s 57 Fahren here today, and I can barely contain myself.
If you see someone doing handsprings down the boulevard, you probably just had an Elen sighting.
Please don’t dial 911.
I’m having too much fun.
It’s a wing festival for date night tonight. Wings and craft beers. I swoon.
You know what to do. Meet you in the
bar beer tent in 3…2…1…