likelihood Bespeckled "Really, what's the likelihood that we'll get married one day anyway?" I asked kiddingly, exasperated because we couldn't agree on what we'd name the future dog we'd hypothetically have joint custody of. Straightening my hair, glancing at you slyly and smiling. "... one day anyway?" and as the words rolled off my lips the un-smiling part inside my heart wondered what you'd actually say. "Honestly -- pretty high." I laughed you off but inside my heart skipped a beat while my stomach turned over. And then I thought of SoCal. 090310 what's it to you? who go blather from