Yesterday was a weird and very long day. It started becoming long when I had to listen to Wicked and hear 5 more "how I met my husband" stories in patternmaking. Thank you HFL girls for living up to your stereotype. Not only do I want to punch babies when I hear Wicked but it is now official that I am one of a max of three single people in all of my classes. AAAAAAHHHHHHH! I need to write on here more, but for now I'm off to Park City to enjoy the fall mountain air!
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Jigga what? Is that part of one of the husband stories? Never heard Wicked but you make me feel that I am not missing out!
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