And I am just hoping that I've been dreaming for the past eight years and that, actually, I married a former beauty-queen nymphomaniac millionaire who owns a chain of liquor stores, but, (pinches his self) nope. Time to deal with reality.

Damn, I was ready to pack my bags and come stay at your house...sex, money and a good adequate supply of alcohol. {sigh}..as IC drys the drool off his chin.

Okay, I just thought of a way to help you imagine living without her. Go and fill up your bathtub. It's okay...I'll wait. Done? Now, stick just your head in. Keep it in there. Don't be a wuss, stay under. Hey...no convulsions! Okay, it's been a couple minutes, come on up. (short break while Seew22 is intubated, resuscitated). Now. Take deep breaths. Get it? Compare.

I don't know if he came up for air on time...but if he goes through with this wedding, what would really be the difference ??

"If you can't lick em, lick em" - Ted Nugent