I don't know why I thought about this but remember the time years ago in Georgia when we got up in the middle of the night and went to Subway and got two footlong sandwhiches and then had the nerve to get three cookies (each - shhhh)? And on top of all that we had to go to the 24 hr Subway because it was like 11:30 or something crazy like that. And if that wasn't bad enough we both wore pajama bottoms and flip flops because we were too lazy to put clothes on. I laugh every time I think about that. I miss you sis. Can't get to New York soon enough to see you and the baby (except he's not a baby anymore).
Hugs ma
Jaha
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