Almost...there...

[Adding to my list...I hate poorly written exams. A trust needs a res like a boy needs a boy, and my professor forgot to give us one to work with on today's Wills and Trusts final. W&T? Bah! Give me a G&T!]

[All right, enough. Don't hate...congratulate. I wan't Aaron and his hunny to be my parents for a little while. I remember fondly the Auntie Mame-style lovin' I had when I was growing up, and I could use a little "life is a banquet"-tude right about now.]

[Eighth-of-a-Milestone Dept.: I have neglected to mention the first dropout from the Downtown House. Arthur seems to have heard the call of greener pastures (or self-sufficiency in a lower Nob Hill studio), and has left the stunning basement in-law empty. We're looking for replacements...I'm chanting as we speak.]

[Everything happens during finals, d'ya ever notice?]

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