OMG y’all, Mama is back from the gay high seas and, lawdie, do I have stories. Blogging was not easy considering one of the Flintstones’ birds was beneath my desk pedaling for his life to give me internet, but I’m back in broadband land. It was a week of sheer debauchery, some of which I can talk about, some you wouldn’t want me to talk about, trust. It was quite literally a floating bath house and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Currently, I am battling consumption, but I am strong so I shall overcome. Many pics to follow. Missed you all so much.
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