Maybe it's more a series of semi-shitty pictures as opposed to a sneak peek.
My husband (who thinks he's Uruguayan but is from Virginia) just went to take our dog for a walk wearing the Uruguayan flag like a cape.
For a while, my mom honestly thought he was having a heart attack.
(But I sure feel bad for the Ghaneans, and all of Africa that was behind them. Not like they don't deserve a little joy.)
I'm personally having a manic episode from the fact that the school semester is over and I get a month of just making. No joke, my heart is racing, can't have coffee, kept waking up from just adrenaline rushes. Can't seem to put the first-person pronoun as the subject of any of these sentences.