/shovels more post into FDK thread trying to get the folder to light up so Sue knows a new part is required/
Maybe when it's all done you'll look back and smile at the memory? I know I'll smile when I remember your Obi Wan "noooooo!" scream.
Even in Metropolis on a Friday night, dragging an unconscious woman down the street might draw attention.
You know, I suddenly got the strange image of two ne'er-do-wells each dragging their unconscious 'date' (to use the euphemism) down the street and nodding to each other while crossing paths.
Why, why, why hadn't he checked last night before assuming that she had given up on him? Why hadn't it occurred to him that her car keys were still in his pocket? Because, he tortured himself, you were secretly glad for the reprieve from telling her your secret.
Yes. So, will Lois be madder that he thought she's mad and tugged his tail between his legs or that he lied to her in the first place?
"That won't work. You could have called him. Just be yourself," she instructed and started to climb the stairs again. "Act natural."
Nookie, indeed
He quickly sat up, his cheeks flushing guiltily. "No. I was, uh, I was watching baseball." His mind whispered that he had been rounding second and headed for third base.
"Tell Lois I said 'hi'."
Michael, hoping you will keep this EoD at the worst
