And so it starts
Jonathan was unloading the dishwasher while Bronwyn and I were talking over breakfast. I made the comment that I need to have a key made for the Suburban (since I'm likely to simply lose my key handing it back and forth between us) Jonathan dropped the plate he was carrying (plastic, thank heavens!) and nearly squealed,
"For me?!?!?!"
Great. I figured I had at least another 3 or 4 years.
"For me?!?!?!"
Great. I figured I had at least another 3 or 4 years.
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