Today's blog is Hrmph. Now did I pick it because it sounds inherently cranky, like me? Or perhaps because she's a Boston ex-pat who moved to Florida, like my little sister? Or perhaps because (of course!) she's a Sox fan? It doesn't matter. This shit is good times, people.
She tells it like it is: from smiling like crazy in an attempt to overcome her anti-social nature and make new friends to the hardships of vacationing: "It's the havoc we love and remember. It's the havoc that makes the memories that we'll share over bland lunches for years to come." But let's face it: I just really enjoyed reading about the time she had ants in her pants.
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