while the rEaL Lover
wines and dines the locals
(because just hours after this picture was taken,
Lover + afghan food = ralphing and poo'ing
and then 2 bags of IV fluid for survival)
(and by that i mean daddy)
is helping me get the heck outta dodge.
except i don't have my dodge,
because it broke.
that's a whole 'nother blog post though.
i'm out, so i'll see you all on the flipside.
save a cozy spot for me!