Its 10pm.

“Riding in the car to go home spent evening walking downtown, saw you on the pubcycle hosting the bachelor party!”

I’ll have to start cautioning her not to give me summaries of anytime other than what she’s doing at 10pm, because this could get exhausting. You don’t even want to KNOW what she does on a Saturday. Maybe one day we’ll have a special edition of #momWHATareyoudoing.

…and then there’s the idea of covering Christmas in its entirety, for which I would need a news team and at least a few GoPros.