Mi amor.
Waitress at Baltimore Airport diner just asked if I was a famous pastor.
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Last night my wife and I were watching TV when a moth flew out from under the couch trailing a four-inch-long clump of dog hair, and we were both like, “Whoa-my-God what is THAT,” until we realized it wasn’t a new demon species of moth living in our house.
I caught the hair clump, and the moth flew around like a little toy plane on a string until it freed itself and everything was OK.
Vacation reading.
