Thursday: Lady-like birthday night out...
The teenager drank whiskey. Then got up the next morning all bright-eyed to eat a Potbelly's breakfast sandwich.
The Zola, aka the White Knight, was cheap and sweet. Appropriate.
On antibiotics, Lips had to leave early (and is most likely preggers).
....ended with a beastly Friday morning.
G was in Topeka...and NOT amused, children.