...if I didn't know better, I'd think the only person I reunited with is named Vodka. Who, by the way, hasn't changed a bit.
Pretty sure I could go at least another 10 years without hearing most of what's on this CD.
And if I needed further proof that I'm getting old, I went to Omar to get my hair done before the big event. He found a gray hair. I asked him to pull it so I could take it home to show Mike. Who had no interest in seeing it.
Gray hair??!? There's only one person to blame.
Oh! There he is! Pulling my curtain out of the wall.
Dear Pretty, Shabby Chic Guestroom,
Thank you for a wonderful 4 and a half years. It feels like just yesterday I painted you pink while Mike was at work. Do you remember? Boy, was he surprised! You've hosted several guests, and provided Mike a place to do some good thinking on nights when he was banned from our room. But, sadly, you are no longer needed. Please don't worry. I have big plans for you.