We will have more foodgasms! Though I may have to get more creative with them. I see the nutritionist this afternoon.
I don't know if the scorpion attack will ever be an inside joke. Perhaps in time. I don't know. Not much is funny to her right now, at least where I'm involved. Last night I asked how her quilting had gone, and got the usual one work grunt answer. Sunday, when her parents were around, she talked a lot more about it. I dunno.