Sometime in the past week my raft fell down a waterfall and I found myself in The Land of the Last. (Insert screaming here.)
[Obviously much of these lasts are only last-for-now, or pre-adventure-lasts... So, we think... Dun dun DUUUUN!]
There's The Last Time I Drive to My Hometown to Visit My Brothers; The Last Time I Got a Cut From My Hairdresser; The Last Time I Ate At Fuel Pizza; The Last Amazon Delivery (delivery free with Prime!) I Got (here!!). As my flight date gets closer these Lasts are coming at me faster and furious-er.
I think the only Sleestaks around are those voices trying to convince me that I should feel sad about these Lasts... or that I should mark them somehow... And I just don't feel that way. Because I'm facing an adventure and I damned excited to get the party started!
So, Sentimentality of The Lasts be gone! Go bother someone who doesn't have the courage of conviction.
[Click here to be transported to Saturday morning 1975!]