Last Thursday Chris and I overslept, once we woke up we had to race. I was heading to school and Chris was headed to the airport.
We were literally running out the door at 6:45 am. RUNNING y'all!
Chris made his flight and I made it to school on time.
At 10:41 I got this text message from Chris:
Just realized my fly was down
I've been cracking up for a week thinking about Chris going all the way through the airport, security, and an entire plane flight with his fly down.