13,458 Days Alive
I still have a gnarly-looking bruise from where I got my shot this past weekend. And my arm still hurts. I hate being an adult sometimes.
Continue reading “Of Buffalo Chicken and Bruises”13,458 Days Alive
I still have a gnarly-looking bruise from where I got my shot this past weekend. And my arm still hurts. I hate being an adult sometimes.
Continue reading “Of Buffalo Chicken and Bruises”