Dear Governor Sanford,
With Andre in the news, it takes me back to when you two would fly down to see me. He would carry your coat and bags, while you strolled through the airport with an air and ease of a Kennedy. Me, wearing sunglasses and a head scarf reminiscent of a movie star, would wait for you to run and jump into my hairy arms.
Who knew you were a douche bag? Ok, both of you. But that doesn't stop me from remembering all those good times.
Oh, and remember the time Andre asked me to dance at Club Hipico Argentino? You quickly jumped up, spilling boiled peanuts everywhere, and demanded a dance. Looking back, I think you scared Andre. I liked it.
Funny watching this play while I can do is remember how it used to be.
Sigh.
Loving you like a beaver loves a dam,
Adriana
ps. Remember that suede chair Andre is sitting in? I sure hope that stain came out. ; )
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