I've always wanted to see Mollie's Nipple. Well, both, actually. The love of my life looked a lot like Molly Ringwald. I was a grad student and "taught a tutorial class" for a prof that didn't have a clue about finance... imagine a city planner not understanding the value of money over time as it applies to cost-benefit analyses! 80 some students every class because all he did was tell them to "read the book" and assigned assignments... twit! Anyway, she was an undergrad and the very first time she walked into my class... my lust melted. Skip ahead. We were secretly engaged and awaiting her graduation for the formal announcement. Then, a family tragedy struck and I had to go home to take care of it. I was so in love that I forced her hand... announce or break up. She could not as it was a Romeo and Juliet thing... poor Irish/French Cat'lic boy marries the daughter of a mucky-muck Assistant Deputy Minister and head Presbyterian Elder in the capitol city? That's when I started drinking. Fuck I was stupid. BTW... she became president of NB's association of pro engineers... so I actually did teach her more than just lust and love. Or so I would like to think.

I almost deleted all of that text. Fact is, I wish I could delete it from my brain without alcohol... alcohol only works temporarily.

So, more importantly, an update from A on the surgery recovery would be appreciated. Also, how are you doing with your slice and dice, Rap?