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The Dinner that Wasn't


Sadly, dinner with 2002 College Prof Extraordinaire became the dinner that wasn't when her otherwise lovely (I'm assuming) husband put a wrench in our plans by getting stones in his kidneys. And needing surgery and a wife to be there for it.

In the words of Stephanie Tanner, how rude!

 Not to worry, Internet. We've rescheduled and are on for our first available (kid free for me) joint date to take place on Monday, September 9th. Last time we said wild horses couldn't keep us away, but apparently kidney stones > wild horses.

Incidentally, there was a date that didn't work for either of us because we both have haircuts scheduled. I mean, if she isn't my girl soulmate I don't know who is. (I use the qualifier because I just found my Boy Soulmate and I wouldn't want him to be offended. He wouldn't be offended, because of the whole soulmate thing, but you know, I'm just being thoughtful. Or, you might not know. Do you have soulmates? This is getting to be a lengthy aside.)

(My asides get lengthy. To know me is to love me.)

Section in which she has now read Chapter 1 and I'm paying her to say nice things about me:

This feedback took place virtually, and the subject line reads "so good and strong and assured." And I mean, yeah - I'm giving her actual dollar bill incentive to praise me, but I don't think she's hurting for money.

Basically the entire email has blurbs that could go on the front cover of my future Second Born, this book. (Second only to Stella.)

Lemme just toot my own horn for one more minute a few more blog posts.

"The tension, the timing, the selection of just the right number of details to reveal. And by its (the chapter's) end, the reader just wants more, more, more."

Curtsy peace out people!

Her opinion means the world to me. Good day.

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