This morning, ZORRO told me I am no longer allowed to go out and collect deliveries from the UPS man. WHAT? "Because you read the return addresses" he says. SO? "I don't want you to know where your gifts are coming from" WHAT? They're not from Santa?
I'm an empty-nester. I'm married to a Swash-buckling-rocket-scientist hero I call ZORRO (all CAPS all the time). I also call him Honey. We are an "Internet" couple. Yes, we met on an Internet chat board. They should pay us money to testify. We have 5 adult Offspring between us. And 6 Grands. Boy are they grand! We are parents to Bessie the Wonder Dawg. We rescued her from the gates of hell. She's fat. Her Daddy spoils her. I don't.