In keeping with the theme of unending excitement, I got ready for Shabbos today. One of my guests offered to help, and I actually took him up on it, so he swept and cut a salad and entertained BSM for me. This, by the way, is the clerk that I met in a bookstore a week or two ago.
Oh, and as we discussed, he brought a friend with him. I vaguely recognized this friend. "Hey," I said proudly, "You know my husband, right?" Yes... yes he does. Because he's slept at my house before. Twice. And the second time was two weeks ago. Ah.
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