Thanks, beautiful Shakes woman, for the 6¢ loan so I could buy a pregnancy test at the dollar store. I dropped my coat and bags the moment I walked through my front door, took a quick dose of curry courage, and cracked open the kit. Never mind I used an old pretty teacup to catch the stream. Never mind three straight days of collective dreams. Never mind Noel for a middle name. There was only one pink stripe. I didn't really believe there would be two, but I had to check, because a dollar's a dollar (without tax), and there's always a chance that there'll be a third time (charmed, I'm sure) and that there mightn't be that old telltale feeling of fullness in my stomach to make me suspect.
Thanks for curry and compassion and conversation and cruising for undershirts and keeping cool when some cad of a criminal obviously moved your car in the mall parking lot. You're terrific.
I owe you 6¢ now that your investment in a godchild has gone belly up.