Alright, I’m getting pretty sick of Mr. Sad Bill.

That being said:

I had no idea I was ready for semi-permanent or permanent commitment. All my life I knew I’d be ready some time around my late twenties or early thirties. I just had a feeling.

And the thing is, I’m not at a stage where I’m ready or going to settle down just because I feel it’s the right time. It’s only the right time, and I’m only ready because it’s her.

This is what I call the Price Is Right Theory.

You remember how the contestants get into the showcase showdown, yes? They spin a giant wheel, and the one who gets closest to a dollar without going over is the winner.

Well, there are certain numbers on which you respin. You definitely respin on a 65. 70 starts to get a little iffy, and if you’re respinning on a 70 through 85, you have balls of steel.

Sally was a 90. Maybe a 95.

I was ready to bid on her vacation package.

OK, yes, I just said that, but I’m being sincere.

Beh.

In happier news, I saw a live monkey on the Disney lot yesterday. It kind of does something good for you when you turn a corner and see a monkey.