"Have you decided on a date yet?" Jormo asked as Hana moved to my side and slipped an arm around my waist.
My initial thought was 2016. Yeah, 2016...the late fall, or early winter of 2016.
"Certainly not before Christmas," Hana decided. "Maybe Valentine's Day?" she looked to me.
"How about the Spring Equinox - that is on a Friday, March 20th next year?" I suggested.
Hana hugged me. I wanted to curl up and die inside. The Man-Dog-Pig was not going to go quietly into that dark, monogamous night. Who was I kidding? This wasn't going to fly. All I had to tell Hana was that I was expecting three kids and that would be that.
Being a big proponent of putting off the romantically painful...I'd wait a bit. Maybe I'd put it in my Will; a kind of a post-dated apology letter.
"That sounds nice,"
