It's almost my birthday. Assuming I live through to next Monday, I'll be 29. I'll be 29 years old, with a condo, a cat, a husband, and a mortgage. It's odd for me to say all of that. Nobody really figured I'd make it this far. I sure fooled them.
All is well.
So, as some of you know, Cooky (here known as Cooky560) spent the last week with Beau and me. A very fun week. I was very happy to have him here, even with the snafu that occurred with our plumbing system. We spent 90% of our time downtown looking at the buildings. We went to the Sears Tower, had lunch at the 95th, went to the Museum of...