We'll see, AAK, we'll see. Over grilled cheese about 10 minutes ago, in the midst of a kid-prompted "what does the future hold?" convo, D7 informed me that Mommy told Themselves last weekend that she's "kind of in love" with Mr. Someone from across the sea.
Times like these I reeeeaaaallllllyyy miss smoking (and mad props to those who quit as part of DB'ing -- I was only a "field smoker" [i.e., smoked on maneuvers], and even that was 25 years ago, and from time-to-time nothing sounds as appealing as a stick o' nicotine).
