is part of a long story that my Dad will not want to know about. He’ll just be happy we’re safe. Now, anyway. And the story is 100% related to the fact that we’re eating Tostitos chips and queso for dinner at 11:15pm.
More later. We’re fine, by the way, just stupid.
I just want to say that even though you insisted you would not be regularly updating from your elopement, I am really glad that you are, because I’m enjoying the vicarious thrill. Also I’m glad you’re safe and sound. Also I cannot quite figure out the narrative of a story that starts with biking and ends in Tostitos.
diddo
Dad is one thing, mom is another. Details is my middle name! What are they and how soon can I get them?