I don't nap. Naps don't happen. Not for me. If I nap, I wake up groggy and and with a headache and cranky and is a bad time. But after a turkey sandwich stuffed with love from Mrs. Pat, and a sunny car ride back home, I slept like a kitty. I was knocked out. What a time!
Day 5: Little Things
The Executive Suite has magnets of all of us with our littles. Because we love them all dearly. Alpha Psi Omega things, I guess.
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