I had an interesting thought last night.

In the beginning, FWH and I used to sleep in my single-sized bed at my parents house (while they were gone. wink ) We were so close, that we were practically one.

The next size bed came when we moved in together - it was a queen size: A little more room, but we were always touching.

Now we have a king size bed: We're miles apart, have to make an effort to reach each other, and there's enough room for another person.

In Recovery
"Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail."

"To Err is Human. To Arr is Pirate."