Is it a good or a bad thing . . .
that we selected as our wedding day the exact day Castiel pulled Dean outta hell?
Is there a symmetry? A certain I don't know what . . . (I refuse to write that in French since now I know what it means it ticks me off)
I am not at home. Hutch is tapping her fingers. Patience is at an end. Will head straight from the road to the doghouse, I fear.
But, in true Starsky style, I will have to bring some fabulous item that will blow the winds of irritation right out the window.
Any suggestions? (At present, I am going to be five days late! - it's gotta be good!)
k