Sometime in the last week, somewhere on the drive from here to there:
MB (mumbling): Man, everything is gay! Nothing gold can stay.
Oh. The pain.
Sometime in the last week, somewhere on the drive from here to there:
MB (mumbling): Man, everything is gay! Nothing gold can stay.
Oh. The pain.
And, somewhere in Vermont, Robert Frost revolves in his grave…
Hahahahahaha, ricki! I know. I made some Robert Frost comment there, but honestly, I was laughing so hard, I don’t even remember what it was.
But that became our mantra for the trip — and now life in general:
Everything is gay. Nothing gold can stay.
Do you know how sad I am…my first thought was of The Outsiders…not Robert Frost.
I was going to call MB Ponyboy or something, but then realized how very sad and stupid my literary reference was compared to the Robert Frost one…you know, the ACTUAL author. Duh!
Oh well! In my stupidity, I must glory…”Let’s do it for Johnny, Man. Let’s do it for Johnny!”
“Stay gold, Ponyboy!”
hahahahahaha
MM — Hahahaha! No, I love that you wanted to do that. 😉