I thought we had something, Rosie, I really did. Sure, we’ve had our rough patches, but you know I’ve been hurt before, and besides, I didn’t think it was anything we couldn’t work through. But I’m sorry, Rosie, my dear. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can forgive you for what you’ve done here.
What do you guys think about this beaded monstrosity? Does its horror surprise you as much as it did me, or do you not have as high an opinion of Rosie as I did?