One of these things is not like the other.
At a holiday get together with a friend of mine from highschool: my brother, his wife, their baby, my friend, his wife, their baby, my friend's older brother, his wife, their baby. Me, my boyfriend, and our bottle of scotch.
Kidding, we only wished we had a bottle of scotch.
29 December 2007
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They probably went home all wishing they were you.
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