by Sarah Luna
I’ve recently had a Dr. Horrible moment and a Jeffster moment. I don’t expect anyone to know what I mean by that. And that’s ok.
Today was awesome. Went to the Apple Harvest Festival and got apple fry bread.
Danced for seven hours. Yes. Seven hours.
Tomorrow is Sunday #5. I’m going here. It is the closest nondenominational church to me, and it’s still 20 minutes away. Hm. This may not work for winter.