Daddy gang, welcome back to another Sunday session.
I am all cozy, even though in Los Angeles currently just for context, it is about 93 degrees.
I'm ready for fall, so I refuse to not pretend like it's Gilmore Girls' weather.
But if you start to see a little bit of sweat trickle down my face, just know I am in pain,
but I'm in pain because I refuse to not lean into the aesthetic of fall because what the fuck?
Sunday morning, fight this cow, Lynn.
Do do do do do do do do.
Every Sunday's fire this day.
That was pretty good, right?
Okay,
so I want to talk about something I witnessed the other day that I really couldn't stop thinking about.
And so I was on this little weekend getaway with Matt.
We were sitting by the pool.
I was reading my book.
eating some chicken fingers, having a little apparel spritz like I fucking deserve.
And all of a sudden,
a couple sat down a few seats over next to Matt and I. They were probably in their late 20s,
maybe early 30s.
I don't know.
I wasn't really paying too much attention to them at first.