When I'm sixty-four.

A submarine equipped with cupcakes. And it was all yellow...with red trimmings and perfect. Perfect. Potatoes delish. Wait for the mini ice cream sandwiches. Side-splitting show. What if all sides are bright? Martinis, cheese & gin, please.

You win again, old friend, you always do.

Breakfast in bed. Tastes so sweet.

How'd I get so lucky?