I’m sorry, Dear, you’ll never grow up to be like me. The good news is you’ll never die.
I’m a chandelier in a mansion museum that was built when embellishments were the norm. The comment I hear most often now is, “I’d hate to have to dust all this.”
I am a bend in the Chicago River, Downtown. My banks are Bank of America, Citi Bank, Chase . . .
You don’t know HOW many people look at me and say, “Oh, SURE.”
I’m thinking about not letting one of them go until WE get a massage.