that's so obviously the wine talking, shoapy. of which, you really ought to carry on drinking.
you grow ever more entertaining, honey, and at least we can say, i actually accomplished something artistic today, in part thanks to all the fucking slapstick and weirdness.
it's like oSSborne road again, sweetie. but we're older, and supposedly wiser.
and eight months more concrete.
and soon, a year.
you're amazing. we are amazingly odd.
i love you, you big poo