I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray...
Woah...I got a little caught up singing some Frank Sinatra. And no, I didn't know these were all of the words to this song. I had to look them up.
ANYWAY, I'm leaving tomorrow morning. By myself. No husband. No baby.
I am meeting 2 friends to do some illegal purse shopping, eating without having to pick up food off the floor or begging my child to eat, sleeping in, stalking celebrities, more illegal purse shopping, etc. This is all barring we don't freeze to death.
See you when I return!
2 weeks ago
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