What happened to Friday?

The past two weeks have been great. My headache-migraine-tumor-whatever has been causing me insufferable amounts of pain and stupidity, my children have been barfing what seems non-stop, my washing machine broke, Christmas is coming...really it's all been fantastic. You want to talk about responsibility? I''ve got a shitload. And somehow, I managed to slip away for about 48 hours of drunken madness and to test the waters of love.

Call me a whore if you want, but I know the situation at home and I'm pretty bodenständig. I know the realistic side of things. But every now and then, it's nice to slip into a make-believe world with someone so willing to do that, even if for a short while.

So maybe it didn't turn out to be this amazingly romantic weekend between lovers. It was a great time. And it was what it was. We are friends with just a little something extra, and I cherish that most of all. I would meet you anytime, any place and do it all over again. Even if I know I'm not going to get any sex.