The subtitle of this series could be "I mean texts with Aurelia and Cait."
How 'bout my mother, chillin' on a floating lounge chair, drink in hand? (This was a girls' weekend in New York with her college friends. I'm jealous of the whole thing.) And Aurelia, remembering Ross Perot - but only because of the three-day weekend thing. I wouldn't have remembered him or what he wanted to implement, so props to her. (I was only ten when he ran for president in '96...but so was Aurelia.)
I'm pretty interested in regular three-day weekends where I can hang on a lounge chair with a drink in hand. Let's find Mr. Perot.