This is the last day of our acquaintance

Not really. We've just been listening to Sinead O'Connor again. In a previous life, we must have been a furiously talented woman who had been seriously scorned. Or maybe we're just pissed at Orlando Hudson. Or maybe we just have a thing for women with shaved heads.

Who knows about these things?

Did we ever tell you that Junior does this great impression of a Top Chef contestant who keeps talking about balsamic vinegar? Some day, Junior will go to Hollywood and become a star.

We are going a little crazy waiting for baseball season to start. There's nothing like warm weather and baseball on a mostly-daily/nightly basis.

Also, we are going to try to talk one of our friends into having a party at his house when the weather heats up. We would have the party ourself, but we don't technically have a house. Anyway, we have it all planned out. Only funky people and maybe a few of their funky kids will be invited. There will be backyard BBQ, washers, a sprinkler for the kids to run through, lots of beer, Marlboro Lights, pot smoking in the garage (for people who are into that), loud music, Hawaiian shirts, funny hats, low-grade explosives, and some Jungle Juice. The Jungle Juice will be in a big tub and will consist of vodka, cranberry juice, Jagermeister, Red Bull, Fiji Water, possibly some gin and tonic, and floating fruit. We think a Wet T-Shirt Contest would also be very appropriate, but that would probably depend a lot upon the popularity of the Jungle Juice. Basically, we want to party like it's 1979.*

*Yes, we know there wasn't any Red Bull or Figi Water in 1979. But those will be the only two things that aren't authentic (unless the Wet T-Shirt Contest goes over big time).

P.S. Was Jagermeister around in 1979? We kinda doubt it; but having three non-authentic things would have ruined our fake boobs joke.