Yes, we’re still here. Unfortunately. Oddly enough, I was just thinking of you yesterday. I read somewhere that you weren’t taxed enough and England was about to start taxing sun rooms, greenhouses, and what have you. I immediately thought of you when I read that.
I’m also sorry to report that my W is cut from the same cloth. I’m sure you remember asking me if I had Big Brother cameras in your house when I described my sex life. While you’ve been gone, things have gotten dramatically better, and now are again dramatically worse. Yesterday evening W had just such an outburst as you describe. She didn’t like what D17 was wearing to her National Honor Society induction and ended up ruining the occasion for everybody. I don’t even know where W slept last night. Don’t care either.
Anyway, other than spoons for the tea, how are things with you? I hope this is just a visit for old times’ sake and not an indication that “date night” isn’t working for you.
