The end is near . . .

The end of the Allen and Joe era. The end of late night conversations extending well beyond normal bedtimes. The end of cheese, crackers and the occasional glass of wine in front of the TV with Nipple - the nostril-ed stuffed horse we bought at WalMart when we were supposed to be buying BBQ supplies. The end of borrowing Allen's knock-off Gucci cuff links while he's still passed out and leaving him an IM even though I know he won't notice their absence before I bring them back.

No more running out, re-shuffling cars and running back inside to escape the rain/cold/skunks. No more sharing Allen's weird oatmeal/breakfast shake mostly to see if it really tastes as nasty as it looks. No more peeing in the back yard because Allen's taking his sweet time in the pooper but not minding because you just don't get to pee outside as much when you're grown up.

Thanks for the links, AWo.