I'm terrible at keeping up with this blog. Sorry Abuelo! For those of you not in the know, i flew back to Florida last Friday, packed up my room, and then began driving Sunday with my mother, titi Amanda, and Margarita in tow.
Who is Margarita you ask?
Nobody really knows.
Lets just say that behind the mask of her lifeless blue eyes and painted smile lies the mind of a conniving little...flower.
Margarita quickly became master of the road in the 27 hours it took us to get safely to Boston.
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