Thanks, bonny. Since they're in "gravy" it's hard tell if there's a greasy texture, but they smell okay. Of course, the cats may refuse to eat them anyway!

So if I understand correctly, a serial monogamist is someone who has an SO for a while, then they break up, then another relationship comes up for a while? Like Liz Taylor, except she married them?

Yup. Pretty much anyone that always has an SO, but never has two. Amazing recuperative powers, and often the "rebound" relationships will last months if not years. I know me one of those.

ND was my rebound while going through a divorce, and that turned out pretty darned well.

You got yer serial monogamists all over the place. I'd say an analysis of his dating history is in order.

And sometimes people with no real dating history become monogamists despite themselves!

t sends sidelong grin at ND, who made sure to tell me early on that he would never get married

It's turtles all the way down.

If it had even one more turtle, it'd be on my Xmas list. As it is, I know every time I looked at it or wore it, I'd think, "But it really should be turtles all of the way down, not just one turtle." Not that I am mocking anyone's world turtle.

Yep, I was pretty certain that I wouldn't be the marrying type, and yet, here I am.

I never had any doubts that Dan would get married again.

I was VERY SURPRISED that I did!

t whine

It's Friday. And I have big task I need to do, but don't want to. I need to continue to pack up the old workshop in lil boxes, so we can move it to the new workshop on the 25th. But my office is on the 2nd floor, and sees blue sky, puffy white clouds, sunlight, and fresh air. Old workshop is down in the basement, dark, cut off from the world. Blargh. Do I need to do it? Yes. Do I want to? No. Summers are great and all, the campus is quiet with out the students. But it sucks when you have nobody to delegate the ugg tasks that you don't want to do.

t /whine

I remember telling myself when I was about 14 that I would never marry nor have children. So far, I was right.

(To be clear, I've never been sad about it. Although if the "right" person appeared in my life, I might marry.)

The "love at first sight" thing happened to me when I met my BFF. We were 16, at a fan con in Nashville. Our eyes met, angels sang, bluebirds tied ribbons in our hair. She remembers what actually happened, all I remember is seeing her. We lost touch for many years in adulthood, and when we found each other again, it was like we'd never been apart. If either of us had been a guy, we would gotten married when we turned 18 and our lives would almost certainly have been much better. Except I'd probably have kids now because she wanted them. But the kids would have been better off (presuming she got the same ones as she did in this life) because they would have had a stable loving family and a father who wasn't a fucking asshole. I'm presuming I was the one who got to be a guy, because I'd rather and she wouldn't, but either way, stable loving family with sane parents.

See how my mind works? Wasn't that fun? I need a drink or something.

Omnis, sorry to hear that you can't enjoy the nice weather. Good luck moving all the gear. I'm currently en-route to JFK, where I change planes and have another flight of about 8 hours to make it to Barcelona. It should be a busy two weeks on the NCL Epic, but it should also be a lot of fun, I enjoy working with the Nickelodeon folks.