Eviscerating my paycheck at a bon voyage dinner for YaYa. She leaves for her eighth grade trip to Washington DC tomorrow.
Lisa had to go and talk about my YaYa and how fast the time has gone. Now there's a grown ass man with tears literally streaming down his face as the waitress is taking dessert orders. Cripes.
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