or not. now this is a lesson i have learned the hard way kids. never underestimate mom guilt. *never*.
the day before my mom flies in i was on my way to the parking lot to go fetch my car.
lo and behold, where are my car keys. “oh. my. god. this is not happening to me” were i believe the exact thoughts running through my head at that point.
so then i go pick her up at the airport. and i kid you not this was totally the conversation we had.
the rest of the weekend was pretty much more of the same.
really, it was fun. i promise. *fingers crossed*.
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