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Let me tell you something,

There is nothing worse than driving through DC traffic with the bubble guts.
It’s a new year and a new me and I got new clothes and a fresh subscription to Freshly (they are not sponsoring this blog … yet). I’m eating veggies and wholesome meals. Because that’s what we are supposed to do, right?
Look … I don’t know if it’s the broccoli or the impeachment hearings giving me indigestion, but I had just finished having a lovely evening seeing a friend talk passionately about her campaign for local office when my stomach started to gurgle.
Now, my better half and I live on the other side of dc which means it took us an hour to get home. An hour … a very unpleasant hour … for me but mostly for my very patient and understanding husband.
I mean … If I didn’t know he was in love before, I know now because mother was giving you smelly baby poop realness for the gawds!

That’s all for now … in my next chronicle, I’ll give you a recap of what might’ve been the best dc drag brunch … it was … legendary!

peace and blessings … and don’t forget your fiber!

L.