But I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Even though I will forever be craving Bliss' pasta, or for the rest of my life will envision milli's daughter with a backpack stuck on her head, or will never again be able to think of Annie without picturing her skulking down the halls of the Bellagio at 2:00 am sliding her room key into the locks of any door with a 7 on it.
And we totally have to do it again, if only to give me a chance to be Tim's wife next time.
Anyway, now I'm back in the real world. This morning we went to the donut shop in our pajamas. The Boy, who was sleeping in his clothes, insisted on changing into pajamas for the occasion.