Geez, a few threads ago your were telling people we’re in love, now you don’t want me calling you a princess...what is it, that time of the month?
No, no; simply the painful onrush of memories such utterances routinely bring along in their wake, is all: you... the moonlight... the Starland Vocal Band tape loop, playing endlessly in the background... the specialty breakaway rubber clown’s suit, lovingly sculpted over the heroic swell of your beer gut. It’s the sentimental, Hallmark Card side of me, dammit. ;)