Our friends are leaving us.
Two and half of them, to be exact.
They are heading down to the Houston.
I told them I heard it smells like feet and that they probably should stay here.
We threw them a little shindig and laughed a lot.
(I think laughing is much better than crying, don't you?)
So, here's to you Mr. and Mrs. and little baby Kate Robinson.
We love you to the moon and back.