So put on your bell bottoms, pick out your hair, throw on your psychodelic, wide collared shirt (unbutton to “there”) and step out on that lighted acrylic disco floor, because here’s a blast from your past – 70’s style:
She’s exhausted. Her assist with my sobriety has pushed her to her limit, but thankfully, her job is complete. I now move on to the next stage. Whatever that my bring. . .
I’m ready for it.