The moms have arrived

Last mom’s weekend, I was underage and begging for a handle of Smirnoff. This year I was begging for cleaning supplies and a new coffee machine… Which I got. Keurig= rebirth. My mom who is titled as Carms just relaxed at the AZ inn and shopped around Tucson. Forget University, I have a new hidden…

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San Francisco: Phoneless but not homeless.

My trip to San Francisco was nothing like the film “The Princess Diaries.” Instead of finding out I was heir to a country, I got my iPhone stolen, almost got into a girl fight, and woke up in a motel. I’m making it sound like I didn’t have fun, but let me say, it might…

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