Marc doesn’t read my blog. So here is the card I’m sending him.
This is a time for gathering all the best of a good life into the pages of memory, to be held in the heart forever. Holding you close in thought and praying that memories will bring you peace and comfort.
You know, Marky, it just goes downhill from here. We’re both single, living a hop and a skip away from home. We continue to reject men who are good to us, and get rejected by the ones we want. There’s no hope left. Might as well call it a day.
I know you’re getting Botox injections–don’t lie to me! White guys your age shouldn’t look so young!!
Well, I sure am glad we’re going through this together. Otherwise, I’d be that cat lady or cougar. They’re both bad.
Happy belated 32nd birthday. Here’s to the past!