Granted. But your new husband turns out to be a bigamist with thirteen other wives scattered around the country, who steals all your savings and runs off to join the circus with wife no. 15.
I wish my birthday was in the summer, so I could celebrate it during a lovely warm, sunny day, and not a dank, dark, miserable rainy one. :p
LabRat
Athos: If you'd told us what you were doing, we might have been able to plan this properly. Aramis: Yes, sorry. Athos: No, no, by all means, let's keep things suicidal.
