Jay
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” Mitzi asked from the door of my room.
I was still in bed, not feeling up to getting out of it today.
“No one. Just not feeling very ‘Jay-like’ today,” I told Mitzi.
“Jay, sweetie, we all have weaknesses. Lord knows mine is cheesecake. You put a cheesecake in front of me and tell me I can’t have it? Lordy, I’ll murder you for a bite. I will always have my cheesecake,” Mitzi said.
“I hurt Evan. I didn’t mean to, though,” I admitted.
“Boy, you are depressing me! Did he not call you before he left for the Mouse House?” Mitzi asked.
“Yeah, but he never forgave me,” I sighed.
“Get your ass out of that bed! We are watching *Mamma Mia!*” Mitzi declared.
“Why *Mamma Mia!*?” I asked.
“It’s ABBA! No one can be upset with ABBA music! If that isn’t enough, w
