Did I just say that out loud...she'll be 23 in a few weeks!! Ughhh! I suddenly feel very depressed. Uncle Peter, my smelling salts.
So...what you're saying is that you're old enough to be my mother.
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
