You people are beyond gullible. I’m about as far from remarriage as possible. Not saying never but I think I can declare unequivocally that if I ever try it again, there won’t be a third thereafter. Shut up.
What rang humorously true to me last night was the evidence of my (contented by the way) aloneness. Casa Minimus is appropriately transformed and fortified in advance of each LFG visit but otherwise, the evidence is overwhelming that I live here alone and that as sole possessor of the deed, I’m frequently an absentee owner, taking residence in various hotels across the country.
I just noticed these last night. January 6, 2009 and July 2, 2009…these soldiers have been dead for a long time…certain casualties of one-night salad stands. Fleeting and temporal condiments destined for single event contributions to pathetic culinary preambles, making way for, sooner than later, more confident evening intrigues. Kinda like if Sun Tzu bumped into Julia Child at a cookout over at Kama Sutra’s house. Yep. Like that.
Onward. Thankful that the Cold Duck doesn’t expire.