My life before me undone

One of my least favorite things about coming back from break is checking my messages. Between my voicemail, real mail and various email accounts, I generally get several items I just plain don't want to deal with. Because of this, I put off checking my voicemail until just now, and what do I find? The only message is from December 30, no words, just Catie Curtis telling me that mine was the kiss that counted.

Yeah, I'm lucky.