I’ll start writing about the trip as soon as I get a grip on the snow that’s flying right outside our window.
Yesterday: 89 degrees. Sunny.
Today: 25 degrees. Snow.
But keep any eye out for those future posts about the trip, because:
Rae + tequila = disaster waiting to happen.
Which would explain all of the mystery bruises I obtained on a daily basis.
It’s a rough life I live.