In my past life, Friday night meant a cute dress and high heels, going out, and who knew what time I’d get home. In this life, Friday night means sweatpants, ordering in, and bedtime is the time I’d have been heading out in that past life. Yet last Friday evening, I went out (in sneakers; I don’t do heel…
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