Death by ABBA

If there is one other thing I loathe in life asides from ABBA, it would be airport goodbye’s. I simply don’t do them very well and Lord knows, if I were a mascara wearing woman, I would look like a certified Goth before I boarded the plane.

I’m aching for Mophie Fish. My princess niece in a tutu, my peanut-butter-and-chocolate-sandwich-eating-7-year-old-angel-with-smelly-feet. I miss Fish so much, I wouldnt mind being held hostage in an ABBA concert, painful as it will be to my brain, just to see her for an hour. Yes, world. So great and profound is my love.