You know who I love? Stefanie’s mom, Joyce. She heard about how I’m becoming a cougar this week and suggested that I shouldn’t settle for one teenage love-ah, I should have two 18-year old love-ahs. That Joyce is a mathematical genius.
I also love how she rocks her silver pixie cut. I always wanted a pixie cut, but I don’t have enough angles in my face. Too round.
We watched hockey yesterday and had a great time looking at the painted up fat kid on the jumbotron. He stole the show. Joyce loves hockey and knows all the rules, unlike Monica who wanted to call personal fouls and roughing the goalie. I think Monica and Peyton Manning are made for each other.
I don’t know about you, but I am sick of winter. Everyone should spend the entire month of February in St. Bart’s. I fully intend to move to the Caribbean the day after Christmas next year and not come back until St. Patrick’s Day. The only flaw in that plan is my determination to stay out of the sun so I don’t get wrinkles. I would totally wear SPF infinity if I could find it.
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