At this point, I have to give in and admit that it’s possible that I am a yuppie. I was up at 6:55a.m. on Saturday to register my four-year-old for ballet class and private swimming lessons.
Sigh.
At least the wine is good in yuppieland.
At this point, I have to give in and admit that it’s possible that I am a yuppie. I was up at 6:55a.m. on Saturday to register my four-year-old for ballet class and private swimming lessons.
Sigh.
At least the wine is good in yuppieland.