The weekend rundown:
First, we had a post-Thanksgiving "dontcha wanna get out of the house?" potluck-y kind of party, and then there was a motorcycle parked in my living room.

Party.

Motorcycle. In. My. Living room.
I spent most of Sunday sprawled across the upstairs couch, reading and/or napping. It was the only sane reaction to any of it.
First, we had a post-Thanksgiving "dontcha wanna get out of the house?" potluck-y kind of party, and then there was a motorcycle parked in my living room.

Party.

Motorcycle. In. My. Living room.
I spent most of Sunday sprawled across the upstairs couch, reading and/or napping. It was the only sane reaction to any of it.
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