Hubby and Jean split a panna cotta for desert, but I'm still clean of sugar and caffeine, so I sat trying hard not to to look to pathetic.
Overheard on the way home. Conversation happening in back of us on Guerrero Street.
"That doesn't sound like an arrangement. It just sounds like being a slut."
Time to watch Eureka and do more beta.
Going another 10 rounds with the stalkers at
