Last night I was afforded something quite unusual. I was allowed to watch John relive his bachelor days. Most husbands would've phoned home and said they had to work late and let the night conceal their secrets. John openly admitted, "This is what I used to do most late nights in the city" as he switched on his computer tower that's now hooked into our 50" TV...so he essentially has a 50" monitor. First I sighed, then I settled in to watch something...perhaps double penetration?

And then he did the unthinkable...

He started loading Cd's into his computer and began ripping and sorting them into the appropriate folders--carefully checking to see which albums he still needed for certain artists. He was updating his digital music library, and with more glee than if he were buying a drink for some Philly waitress hoping to take her home with him.