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The man I love, aka Studly Doright, is playing in a two day golf tournament. He had to rise at 6 a.m., drive across Tallahassee, and play a stupid game for four hours.

I spent my day sleeping in until 9:45 a.m. and then walking through the Super Target where I purchased enough Tylenol Severe Sinus medication to last me at least a month. 

At this exact moment I am enjoying a tasty Momo’s personal flatbread pizza and a pint of their exquisite Oktoberfest brew. I’d say that I win. I haven’t broken a sweat and I have a beer in my hand.

  
Peace, people!

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