Back to the Eighties.

     I have officially gone back to the eighties with my family. We're sitting watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and Courtney is listening to an Aqua album with her Dad. This is tragic. In many different ways and forms. I could have escaped this, and been roaming around with two very special people, but alas, that is not going to happen. Are they special to me? Yes. Are they reliable? Are they heck! I would gladly smack their heads together. I also spent money on something of no importance now. Which really does irritate me.
     I need someone who is going to allow me to moan on and on for an hour or so, but I have none of those sort of people. Where are they when you need them?