Since Tuesday I’ve gone from Savannah to Atlanta, Atlanta to Orlando, Orlando to Tampa, and Tampa back to Savannah.
Sat in hours of traffic with the same person, cursed him out because he was driving too fast with my baby in the car, got intoxicated and acted a fool (twice), he met my friends (and they actually liked him), I met his family and friends (and I actually liked them), all of these miles and Thanksgiving dinners later….and I’m finally home. He pulled up in front of my house, took all my bags out, thanked me for going, and told me he can’t wait Christmas.
So you actually still like me? AND you want to spend another holiday with me after a whole week with me?
Keep playing and I’m gonna have to get pregnant ONE more time.