Cali.
Thailand.
East Texas.
The bayou of Louisiana.
The items of clothing that have stories of their own are legendary.
My roommates in Italy know and understand and love my "chick socks."
Hayley wore her "chick shirt" on the plane ride from DFW to FLR.
But the tops on (probably) our list of memorabilia: the fleece.
These little guys have lived good lives. Monogrammed and all.
Another episode in the life of a well-loved fleece: The one with the Tuscan bike ride.
For the other half of the chicks who couldn't join us--this is for you.
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I feel like a chick failure!
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