My thread! Ahhh... the best of times. And sooo much time spent here. Another thing I miss. Who wants to flirt with me?! *no one raises hand* I've got cranberry juice! *all raises hands* Anyways... *flirt* *flirt* *flirt*
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
