Tired AF

Y’all. Momma tired. Momma real tired. No, not because I’ve been writing lately–I’ve been taking a long-ass break from that. I needed a long-ass break from that. I’m tired from life in general. From laundry. From dishes. From 8,000 sports/activities with my kids. Oh, and I’m tired because I thought I could handle a trip to Vegas with my college girlfriends. Alas, I could not. Couldn’t even make it through the Migos/Cardi B concert, which is sad. Know what’s even sadder? I had to Google Migos. Never heard of ’em. And I usually pride myself on knowing shit. It’s a terrible moment when you wake up and realize you don’t know shit.

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