SUTTON!
I have twenty bucks on that baby not giving two shits about your schedule and coming out a different time.
Not a real football. But a soft squishy one.
I’m pretty good. How are you? I would invite you to go to New Orleans with me, but I don’t want anything to pop on the plane.
Just twenty?
I think we can manage that, but still not for a while. Oliver's going to have a lot to adjust to when he gets here.
I'm well enough. And I think you probably made the right call about New Orleans, but why are you going down there? Is Rosie going with you?