I had dinner with Alex's mother last night.
If I EVER complain about ANYTHING in my blessed, wonderful, in-comparison-PERFECT life again, I want all of you to promise me that you will hunt me down and smack me upside the head. Repeatedly.
In case you don't frequent Chatzy, Alex is the 19-year-old son of a friend, and he has lymphoma. He recently
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