Okay, you officially bug me. Your user name; your cutesy-poo pics; your ever so slightly bragging style......blargh.
It's horribly hot and humid here. Walking the dogs, I was sweating where my icky mustache would be if I didn't remove it. My hair looks gross: limp waves; fuzzy top. Too damp to go recycling.
I understand why you're leaving, and I'd probably go too if I were in your shoes, but I'll still miss you. It's funny how you turned out to be a lifelong friend. Wonder when we'll meet again?

Just thinking about your return to Taos makes me long for spicy food.