Today, Jennifer and I walked to Penrod, an arts fair at the IMA.
Jennifer: "I once dated a guy for two months because he drove a Mustang."
Me: "You're joking, right?"
Jennifer: "It was a really nice Mustang."
We walked around for two hours, sweat soaked, looking at the artists' wares and nibbling on (really amazing) kettle corn and snow cones. Good times.
Now I must go try my hand at this thing they call "homework.'
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