last night was great--had some ridiculous 30-course meal at Asian Palace (shark fin dumplings! pillowy dessert buns with yolky yellow bean curd centers! super-silky tofu! caramel-y duck! spicy pork! lotsa different mushrooms! the best mango mousse in a heart mold ever! shrimp a zillion different ways! fried noodles! baskets of steamed rice! and one of the most unusual desserts i've ever encountered, spiced water chestnuts suspended in a gelatinous orange-tinted "cake" resembling peach melba), met a lovely older couple who had a surprising amount in common with Molly (and they love craft beer and the 20/20 diner lady too!!), and came home to a bouquet of flowers (didn't even have a vase for 'em as this is the first time we've ever had any in the house--R knows my favorites, pansies, tulips, lilies, and um, cacti, aren't readily available in bouquet form).

it is strange, twice in the window of maybe 5 days i've come out with the story of my adoption/birth mother. this time to strangers, even. but she was so upfront and comfortable explaining why they were child free, and i found it so refreshing, it only made sense to be equally candid.