"Tell me more, tell me more, like does he have a car?"

[daiseejane]

Just got back from lunch with Melinda, Layna, and Nancy. Much like the "Summer Nights" inquisition in Grease, they asked me a million and one questions about B. I knew the answers to some, but not all. Of course, like my mother, they wanted to know the all important answer to the question: When will it be finalized? Good question. Alas, I have no answer. I try not to ask too many questions like that because I know he'll tell me when he's ready.

I should have gone with the Thai chicken salad vs. the Cubano. I always get the Cubano. Damn my latino heritage!