One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
Song of the Week: Do They Know It’s Christmas?
Oh, the Eighties. Everyone looks so young. So idealistic. So high on Aqua Net fumes.
My school had a tradition (a lovely one) that younger classes brought treats to the senior commons the last couple of days before school let out for the holiday. (Being a senior was good.) To start off our senior year’s munchie time, we parodied this song… Feed the Seniors.
The rest of the school was not amused. To this day I still think it was pretty funny.