Just one dinner transported me back to my high school days - that's not a welcome thing.
Not thinking is clearly an issue these days.
I think we've all learned a thing or two.
One of those times when current work and distant past collide.
Spontaneous combustion, supernovae and hot flashes, we got it all.
Something had to give.
I finally post - and explain the absence. Has it made the heart grow fonder?
It's all about customer service - or lack thereof.
I admit it now, it's a guilty pleasure and I can't help myself.
Do nice guys ever finish?