SMAtuS: The Aftermath

Sarah: Nothing a little wine, olives, and focaccia wouldn’t cure. Didn’t stiff barkeep this time. Thank god for family-powered childcare. (Here’s to you, Alicia!)

Max: It’s a pajama-powered day, today. Yukkin’ it up at the grocery store, or so I have read.

Alice: Croupy as all get out, poor thing.

time: The only cure for the Croup. Unlike the Gout.

us: Off to wear our daytime hats.

Shawn: When finally alone, the brain spins down to a full stop, wound down, strings cut. Stupid painted awake eyes, but try for sleep anyhow.

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