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Snowmageddon

I was hungover and laying in bed till 3. 

Put some warm clothes on, grabbed some beers, and went sledding down a massive hill on the lid of a storage bin. I couldn’t feel my feet, but I COULD feel my ass. It took some rough tumbles off the “sled.”

Roasted marshmallows in the fireplace. 

Took a 5-minute nap. 

Made a margarita. 

Now it’s time to carpe noche all over again. Over and out, homies. 

 

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