“She’s Florida-Bound, Bless Her Heart!”
Well hey y’all, look who finally crawled out from under her wax melts and scooter rides! That’s right—me. I know, I know… I totally flaked and ghosted y’all like a…
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Southern-ish Discomfort: Sunshine Edition
So imagine here I am, standing by the truck at 3 p.m., keys in hand, staring down the possibility of driving 15 hours to Florida like I’m about to flee…
