Samner, my prodigal room mate is now back. She's been voluntarily kidnapped by her beau and now intends to straighten her sheltered life by going home to me. And just like we used to do way back every morning, we talked a lot. Aside from our dilemma with the curtains, the ants near the bed, the ubiquitous dust of nowhere, the lost pair of dangling earrings and our occassional whispers of informing each other that THEY are not around--- we had our casual sex education portion. We know we are both running late from work but when we start talking about it-- we stop and smell the roses. Just like highschool boys, we do talk about that. I work my lotion and she does the bed and we talk about it as if I'm Margie Holmes. Of course, i cannot share with you the minutes of the talk since we are catholic schooled girls. Haha! And then we realize we are late, we move and flutter about and somehow everyone's updated on that. We leave it to the curatins, the ants near our bed, the dust and the missing pair of earrings.