Happy are all my days
Though the skies are all grey
When I get in the car
And start to see stars
A smile jumps to my face
While my heart starts to race
You're my favorite performer
My very own seat warmer
On the way home, I asked Jared what I should blog about tonight. "Butt warmers." I cannot deny that I was waxing eloquently about them while waiting to pick up Kaelyn.
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