The other evening I turned in early as Mrs. WildYears was watching something that didn't interest me and I had just finished a long day. She slipped into bed an hour later, clearly in the mood and had her way. Afterward, during the moment when in the old days we would have been smoking a cigarette and starring dreamily of into space, she mentioned that she had been channel flipping between Sex in the City and Iron Chef America and when she came upstairs she just had to have it. I still don't know what to make of the Iron Chef America part, I can only assume they were cooking with oysters that night.
