Cor, you go! Oooowee! It burns just to think-

Oh hi there, Jimmy!

Are you going to buy some raffle tickets or just a little snacky-snack? Oh, a Snickers? Mmmm, I wish there were more nuts in these. I'm partial to Playdates, err, PAYDAYS! Hahah! You want something to wash that down. A soda pop? Oh, A Dr. Pepper? Wow, it's been at yeast a year since I had one of these. There you go Jimmy.

We were talking about our garages, Cor and I! Do you guys have one? Of course you do, you're Dad's a doctor (I just don't want to assume too much because a lot of kids here have the Financial Aids). Anyway, my garage seems to get wider every year! I swear, I can’t even tell you how many cars have squeezed into that dirty little spot of mine! I feel like I'm the only one paying attention to it! I've never seen Mr. Beatty (my husband) help clean it! He hardly goes in it, period! We moved so we could get rid of all that baggage, but instead I just keep feeling like I have to stretch that little backyard addition everyday! And when Donny was born (naturally, god bless my midwife), the garage had to be altered so much it was like they replaced it with one three times as wide! Uggh! The things we do to fit everybody in!

Well, listen to me babble! Here's your change- What? Your Mom and Dad are getting a divorce? Oh. He lives in an apartment now. Hardly a garage at all...I'm sure someone will- I see. Well, I'm so sorry. Enjoy the rest of the game...Bye, bye now.

Corinne, you OK sweetie? I was getting a hot flash just now as you walked up here. How was the bathroom? Do you need anything? I think I might have some Monistat in my bag...