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?
I admit it now, it's a guilty pleasure and I can't help myself.
Do nice guys ever finish?
Don't be fooled by his attractiveness...
There's so many distractions, it's easy to miss the good things in your life.
Ah, the joys of aging!
Should I stay, or should I go?