Who's got two thumbs, speaks limited French and hasn't cried once today? This moi.
In my experience, 'let's think about it' usually ends up as me watching Solid Gold in my basement on prom night.
When stuff is coming to an end, people freak out and they act crazy.
If you're ordering me an edible arrangement to say thanks, I'd prefer a meat one.
Whatever the tiny bubbles sitting beautifully on the surface of the absolutely delicious-looking skin around his forehead and neck were, they were doing a lot for his overall appearance...and for my heart rate.
My heart's pounding like I'm watching Oprah's farewell season.