Right now I have 5 drafts that are only minutes away from completion. (You know, it can be more fun to start a new one than finish the others.)
But instead of giving you new reading material I am going to go take a shower and put on something sexy from Target so that my man will be not be driven back out the door by my BO. And then, because I'm still trying to make up for the fact that my subconscious mind dreams of hurting him, I will also make dinner. You know, take the hot dogs out of the package and stick them on a plate so that he can get to grilling even before his shoes come off.
In the works: offing Barney. Just keep it on the down low.