Three years ago I was obsessed with chicken.
Two years ago I wrote a bunch of stuff. And more stuff.
One year ago I gave you some Saipanisms, celebrated St. Patty's Day, was hungry, was irritated by the Brits, reminisced about first grade, needed an anger management course, met Mona's twin, transitioned Great Expectations, was hungry some more, and I thought of another idea that I don't have the time or money to do.
Yeah, that's me....before...