I feel the need to deplore the timing of the universe. Quite simply put, it sucks.
My excerise-in-restraint-with-Nesto outing was cheerful and incredibly tempting and it made me proud that I do have a little something called self-control...
My let's-go-out-because-you're-getting-divorced meeting with my sexy adjuster went excellent also. There was food, drink, cigars and a backrub... (Waning self-control is still self-control folks.)
And of course the next day, Tee brings me a rose for no reason and professes his love...
Umm. What can I say about this?
More to come.