Back in my pre-baby days, I worked at the Marriott with both Allison and her husband, Anthony. Only he wasn't her husband then. He was this cute, skinny bell-boy (right Anthony?), and she was this darling front-desk girl that managed to pull off the awful aloha shirt and red-blazer and always had a cute bob that made me want to cut my hair. Now they're all grown up, and he's all big and husband slash daddy like, and she's all gorgeous and LONG-haired which made me hate myself for cutting mine.... I just can't win.