We've gotten to that time of year, folks. It's camp.
This means no Justina in your internet for the next seven days. I know, it's going to be hard on all of us. But like always, I've got your back. Posts and tweets are scheduled, and if Sallie still loves us, Instagram will be on fire. Much like me, in the 103 degree heat of nature that I'm about to subject myself to.
See you next week, if my mosquito allergy/a sticky child doesn't drag me to my death first.
x J
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