I sign off for a couple weeks to go away and explore the new digs and I come back to all the sadness. I, Jane Charlotte Potter, do hereby decree that we seriously need to have some kind of weekly bonfire party because there's no way you can be totally sad when you're eating marshmallows and picturing Evans shirtless. The last part is probably just me but you get the point.
I'm calling it Shindig Saturday. The first one will be next weekend.
I'm calling it Shindig Saturday. The first one will be next weekend.