one way to read the New York Times in a deserted Starbucks

facing G. and reading the backside of the page he was reading while I was holding it up and struggling not to explode in laughter when he would wink to the side of the page and make obscene gestures with his hands...

Delia

P.S. don't remember being "unattached" ever being this much fun... D.

I wanted to get mad at him but I couldn't...

I was in the kitchen, in my undies, trying to get a glass of milk when he poured water from the pitcher directly down my bare bum... (we have tile on the kitchen floor) and had the nerve to "innocently" ask me: "Are you, wet?".

Delia

P.S. we ended-up laughing like kids... D.