New Year, 2008, found us with the flu. We waited to see the ball drop, counted down, while holding hands. Poor Dick Clark, looked sicker that we did...
In vain I waited for the girls to give us a call, I know they have better things to do, like have fun with their friends and lovers. Its okay, I lived.
We went to bed, coughing and snezzing, but together, as in the last thirty years.
Feliz 2008 mi amor.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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