Her laughter is as contagious as viral videos or memes, outrageously inflected with all manner of isms hysterical. Though never having witnessed a moose hiccupping amidst a fit of inverted sneezes, this might be the closest thing. And judging by the snorts, it appears her sense of propiety effortlessly aborts, but I'm guessing only those with low self esteem would throttle their own throated screams out of concern for what conservatives think. This gal must be their worst nightmare come true in spaghetti strapped evening attire. I wouldn't be surprised if either of those C cups flopped out onto the table as if a wet otter pup determined to sun itself on a rock. Such an awkward wardrobe malfunction fashionably early for the dates I'm accustomed to would be a welcomed sight. Almost forty years is a long time to finally be blessed with companionship this delightful. I feel alive. The dry spell seems to finally be over, particularly underneath the napkin conveniently draped across my lap.