Tell Me Now Can You Make It Past Your Caspers...

It did not have to turn out the way it did - but it happened. I may sound like a broken record reiterating everything again and again. One thing is clear: it was never anger that was induced, merely confusion. No use crying over spilled milk, so they say. Coming from the former 'milk boy', you would think I know. If memory serves me correct, a pint of milk to me was the equivalent of a cup of water for everyone else during my childhood years. I definitely valued what managed to get knocked off the table and onto the kitchen floor. The solution was always simple: grab some paper towels, soak up the spill, and grab another glass. Sounds so simple, no? Rather than rehash a multitude of possibilities, it is time to get an answer, and move on. I still have the problem of chasing the past while ignoring the present. I guess we will find out this week. An appearance on November 27, 2009 is all the answer I need. Whether as Princess Paparazzi or Most Awesome Party Partner Ever, let us not throw away something wonderful. So tell me now, can I make it past my Caspers?