Earlier this evening, a friend of mine was on his way from his car to the restaurant. Approaching a couple who had been talking near their car, he noticed they went quiet as he approached.

Then, as he passed no more than 5 feet from the couple, he heard the gentleman utter the solidary phrase

“Well, I’ve got astroglide and Ex-Lax”

This is one of those moments where you really do NOT want to know what is going on – or pretty much anything related to the situation. Let imagination lie (dormant, preferably) – and just keep on walking….

This moment in time just might be overshadowed the moment later – when, after a lengthy discussion of Nugget’s mother talking his cousin into moving down to Austin so she could meet dB – when Moonwick silently asked where Nugget’s stepfather fit in this new picture.

For those who need a few seconds to contemplate the connection between this, pause for a few seconds.

Ah, yes… done thinking? Well, in case you did not make the connection – the confusion arises regarding the distinction between Nugget’s mother, and Nugget’s cousin. They are, you see, not the same.

This, however, summarily escaped Moonwick at the time.

The rest of the evening went over well – I am struggling with the recent change from summer time to winter time (it is presently 2247, bedtime was 47 minutes ago) – but hopefully getting up in the morning will be not too difficult afterall.

Happy Birfday, Nugget.