Huge, enormous, giant hugs and a big old Italian smackeroo on the cheek: MMMWWWWWWAAAAAAHHHHH!
In that call, you and Mrs. SP were experiencing intimacy on common ground. The real, raw deal. AMEN. GOOD. You got there.
You better not have cancer, dammit. When will we know?
I can't advise you on your "talk," but I think the next move is hers. Honesty is rarely a bad idea, unless it is something unproductive like "You're ugly."
