Okay. Not me. Not anyone I know. I just have that little Michael Jackson phrase in my head right now for some reason. He wasn't "bad" in the good sense. He was just bad. You know, in the dictionary sense. But, I digress.
If you know me, then you will either be ecstatic, or you will be sullen, questioning, and disillusioned to know that Jack is Back. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I'm still married. And I will be for quite some time. The heart wants what it wants. My daughter is smiling sunbeams out of her mouth. I'm on the trust diet, and am due for a feeding right about now. Say what you want, I'm still Cindy Shapiro.