My parents are a freaking riot
Tuckered out from copious hijinks, the Turner clan takes a breather on a bird poop-splattered bench. Honestly, I couldn’t love them more. (See pictures for visual details.) They called me up at around 11. Naturally, I was still asleep. “We’re turning on to Poplar!” my mom said as I rubbed my eyes and tried to find some pants. “OK, I’ll come down to the curb so you can see me to pull in the drive,”…
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