Ingrid's stopping in town tonight with her husband Joe, and I am just taking a moment to reminisce. I also don't want to burden you with the slim contents of my brain; which happens to be: GO! STOP! WHAT?! FAKE SMILE! Ingrid knows me too well, and she knows that mostly I walk around saying, 'F%&#! What was I thinking?' and singing 'The Final Countdown'.
Ingrid's done umpteen billion things for me without any kind of reward- I'm ashamed to say- not even a thank you card. And for some reason she still talks to me.
So- I'm off for cocktails, dinner, some good bye tears, and THEN... a reunion with Ingrid and Joe. Yahoo! I think I'll bring puke-a-choo!
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