So New Year’s Eve, Brent and I got all dressed up and went with Cyberspace Sarah and Captain America, our parents and our beloved friends Molly and Mark to our local hometown gala. We were have a lovely time together when Mark (Perhaps his name has been changed to protect him . . . perhaps not) turns to me and says, “You need to stop writing your blog.”
“Well, at least make them shorter.”
So. In an effort to please this particular section of my readership, I shall end here. Mark, this one is for you.
Don’t say I never did anything for you.