Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


We're heading out for some wicked thrift store revelry, and our almost daily visit to the post office. I had a wicked headache (had to have been a migraine) till about 4:15 am when it finally subsided enough for me to try to sleep. Was nasty.

And look what the postman brought, to be delivered by Santa at a later date...


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