Check this out. So I'm about to head out the door to get a pedicure. Something I do every month, since I am a diabetic and I get my toe nails clipped professionally. W asks where I'm going to, so I tell her that I'm going somewhere to get my feet looking right. So she makes a joke and playfully slaps me on the ass on my way out the door. I get back and she is real eager to look at my feet, then talking about how good they look.
I am not going to put too much into this. But it looks as if I'm continuing to head in the right direction. Also the DR book is amazing. Already mostly through it. This book should be handed out at the court house as your receive the marriage license.
