I haven't slept much the last two days. A LOT going on, jobwise and interview wise, plus good old premenopause not sleeping. Like I needed any help with that.
So, I open my email on a dating site this morning. This unnamed man is trying to tell me that he is good husband material. He says, (direct quote) "I have soaked my wild oats."
I cannot quit laughing. The man soaked his wild oats. I've got the giggle so bad, I don't know what to do with myself.
Becki