I have begun my 48hours of separation from my children. I know, I’m pathetic, but it’s been an hour and I can’t help but worry about and miss my little William. I know Colette is fine and ruling the roost over with Uncle D2 and Aunt Laura, of course.
I’m pretty sure I need a drink, a strong one. Jonathan LaCour, let’s make that happen.
**separation due to me opting to go to the Orange Bowl. My own fault.