Either my sense of smell has been ruined by Big Tobacco, which I admit is possible, or that's a personal problem.
Well, I don't plan it out so much, as hope for it under certain circumstances. You see, I'm going to be in Atlanta in two weeks, and for some reason the boys in Atlanta really like me... must be the accent. I think I've had more sex in eight or so trips to Atlanta than I've had in the last five years here in Toronto. Okay, some of those trips were because I was in a long-distance relationship for a year and a half with someone who lives there... but where do you suppose we met? I just hope this damned gout clears up before then.
I guess that makes sense? I'm not going to see my husband again until the end of May but I can't imagine thinking to come post in this thread the day before going "Tomorrow! " or something like that. If it happens it happens.
And i always thought they called you "Old Salt" as a cute, nautical-themed nickname. Boy was I wrong ...