Is it lame that one of my favorite weekly activities is going to the farmer’s market? I feel like, as a single gal in my early(ish) 30s, I should use my Saturday mornings for sleeping in, recovering from the previous night on the prowl. But alas, instead I’m up early, walking roughly a mile through…
Travel. Life. Silliness.
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