I received some interesting news this past week.
Mind-numbing, blood-curdling, seizure-inducing news.
Mr. Neruda and I had a night of irresponsible sex. We are usually most careful, but after 5+ years of amorous entwines we are bound to become complacent occasionally.
There is currently an omelet the size of a sesame seed inside my belly at this very moment.
Um . . .