Rochelle was surprisingly calm when I told her. Of course, I spent the evening cooking with her, and made sure she’d drunk half a bottle of wine, and then we watched Arrested Development, which never fails to make us laugh. So she was in a good mood. Which, I have to say, I planned carefully.
So, then I told her, and she was a bit surprised, but then she just laughed. I guess she was simply accepting the inevitable. I’m a lucky guy.
Here’s a picture of my new sweetie.