Listen, argue all you want, you won't change my mind—something about it being narrow and small, so really there's no room for improvement. Anyway, I think we can all agree that this is simply the universe's way of saying, "Their glory be thine."
Tomorrow I get to go to the assembly and find out if I...I mean they...win. Course, one of the sons is on a trip to California, which means that, should he-we win, I'll have no choice but to take a flying leap onto the stage, screaming, bowing and grabbing the acclaim for myself...in his behalf. Because, say it with me..."I'M A GIVER."
But don't worry—I'll give it back.
When he asks for it...
...or, more accurately, when he pries the glittering, satin sash from my cold, dead fingers.