You know those places that you love? The places that bring back special memories? One for the Engineer and me is Iwo Jima - Picnicking in front of the Friendship Tower, because we're friends. With benefits, that is... When we lived near this area, I used to pack up a couple of PB&Js and a blanket and the Engineer and I would enjoy the lovely sight of the city while he slowly lost his ability to breathe.
I've mentioned donor sperm, but you know what I found out? Men aren't really fond of the idea of another man's boys impregnating their wives. Especially when you suggest a different race...because everyone knows non-white babies are the cutest.
Continuing on...we tried to recreate the "moment" the other day and we almost succeeded except it was just a little too cold. But close, very close. Maybe we just need a new picnic place. Like an acre of asphalt over looking our new tourist attraction, I-395. Romantic, eh? How come the more money you make, the more responsibility you get and the further out of the city you end up? The space gets bigger while the view gets suckier. We were never fun, even with the prize location. We see our couch most nights of the week. It's red. Now that was a good life decision.