Low: Missing my exit on the way to work and trying to figure out how to turn myself back around.
High: Having a little girl who I'd never met sit on my lap and color with me.
Low: Driving at least fifteen miles in the wrong direction and paying four dollars to go over the Francis Scott Key Bridge TWICE.
High: Having dinner with my Gramma.
P.S. A special thanks to my Uncle Tony for helping me get where I needed to go.
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