Desolete

Yes, that's right. It's that time. Sniff sniff. No...we're not doing an eight ball - that's too eighties - we're crying in our wine/ beer/ diet coke because Sarah is returning to Edmonton. Soon she will leave the mullets of London (stylishly ironic) to the mullets of Alberta (hereditary) and go back to the bosom of our family and her cat who has been crying for her everyday at 7 pm when she normally came home from work. That's the cat who's crying, not our family. I'm not sure if they noticed she was gone. True story (but we/ she's ok with it). So as I've been meaning to do it for a while, it is time for another "Things I learned from my ex" - special sister edition.