It's official
The girls are moving on out.
And that means that Ian is moving on in (and we're moving on up... to the upstairs apt. that is).
My throat only constricted a tiny little bit.
If there's a God in the world, its not in you, or me, but in the space in between...in trying to connect.
4 Comments:
Congrats!
Oooh bobby, you know you'll miss the fur-ry girls and their dishwasher pans.
Furry girls and dishwasher pans?
Good on ya, Rob.
Dave
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