Yeah. My family kidnapped me and now I'm home.
Erin said think Junie B. Thoughts, so here goes.
I drove home with the twins and Brianne, and I tell you. Those giggling bunch of high fivers... it was almost worse than ewie stewie tomatoes. The shoes HAD to stay on, and my window wouldn't roll down... but I'm home. And the stinkin semi's didn't even run the car into a rubble-y mess of nubbin.
(I'm done being Junie B. My brain is on vacation. And just in case you and Marissa were wondering... it's sem-I's. Not sem-E's. :p)
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