Daniel and I have been discussing what being the third of a threeway with Taylor and Lainey would be like. He's not up, but I say hell yeah, life is short, fuck!

He hates Lainey Wilson and just did a lap dance on me to get the remote out of my hand. He actually sat on my lap and banged my head between his hands until I gave him the remote. It was kinda hot, being palm slapped by my slightly high neighbor, but now we're watching football, and he's back in his chair, under control. :-)

His wife is hunkering down with a migraine at the house next door, so he came over to play remote wars with me.

I had one of the best laughs I've had in a while, when he proposed that we watch a particular movie on NetFlix. I was writing and quickly glanced up to the screen and said "as long as it doesn't have Dwayne Johnson in it, I can't stand that guy" (which is true).

Daniel, being two sheets to the breeze, melted down. It was fun to watch, and no, we did not watch the movie, he insisted.

So just a quiet Sunday afternoon in Southern Tennessee. Daniel may have already been absorbed by his wife, sucked in and slathered up! He went home to refresh his drink, and never returned...