Eight years ago tonight, Mom smuggled a bottle of Moet et Chandon into the hospital. Andrew had entered the world a mere 36 hours before. I dipped his pacifier into the Moet in hopes of him sleeping more than 46 minutes that night. Sounded good in theory.
Eight years later, I purchase the bubblies myself. A bit better, and the kid is a bit older. Unknowingly, the bottle of bubblies I purchased is from 1999. Quite serendipitous. :)
When the day starts with a root canal redo part one, well, you know.........
Merry Christmas Eve.
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