It’s an ungodly hour – 5 am – made more so by the fact it is Saturday. I hate waking up on Saturdays. And Sundays, actually. So this must mean I have to do something – and something good that is making me get up. Do I have to drive to away soccer game? No, it’s home this week. It’s better. I’m going to NYC . . . → Read More: Getting Gorgeous


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