You kind of sucked. My air conditioner was stolen, the car wouldn't start, my husband was diagnosed with CBAVD, and tuition wasn't cheap. Plus St. Patrick's Day was pretty rough: though, I must admit, I may be partially to blame for a few of those shots. And maybe the beer.
So after some thought, I've decided to move on to 2008. I wish you the best, but I think it'd be best if you lost my number.