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Many thanks for reading and commenting, from me ad from Jon & Rob too!

Really glad it landed well with you! I ought to give my husband co-writing credit, if only for originating the insane Louis Armstrong impression for me.

Thanks so much. Maybe more to come, but Jon & Rob's big story is always available, titled A Charmed Life. ♥️

Chapter 1: You're the Top It was 8:30 on a Friday morning in mid-spring, the pink flowering cherry trees were blooming just outside the window, and Jon was already trapped. He stood at his makeshift standing desk—which was actually just his laptop perched on top of his and Rob’s bedroom dresser—staring at a blinking cursor. He had already gone for a run in the dark and showered, leaving him in an outfit that perfectly represented the bifurcation of his life: a crisp, Oxford-blue

Two work-from-home dads try to carve out a little time for themselves—a rare, much-anticipated sex date. But between kids, Zoom calls, and the chaos of daily life, even the best-laid plans to get laid get derailed. This story is a stand-alone follow up to A Charmed Life, but you don’t need to have read that one to jump in. Everything you need is right here.

It's not a feel good story, but I hope not too sad. I suppose there's a sense of Tom never quite getting something he longs for. But for what it's worth, I don't think he's unhappy.

@sandeman, you are so kind. Thank you. There are a few darker ones in there, but I'm very glad to hear you were left smiling and happy. We need a lot of that in the world.

Thanks, buddy. Sometimes you gotta go sweet and adorable, right?

Thank you, Carl. Glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks @dboggs9700 ♥️ This one is actually a pretty old story. But I'm deep in a longer one right now, coming soon (I hope): Employee of the Month.

When he's paired to share a bed at a family get together, Trevor discovers the romance of his life is closer than he ever expected.

1. My sister’s wedding week was, as my mother liked to call it, another Hurly-Burly. That was her blanket term for all of my dad’s family gatherings. The Hurlys were a chaotic tribe of Irish Americans who thrived on big, sprawling get-togethers that, according to my mother, went on too long and involved far too much drinking. We convened at my grandparents’ sprawling suburban home, a place of generous guest rooms, a vast backyard and garden, and even an inground swimming pool with its

Glad to hear it! I had a lot of fun writing it, and hoped readers would have that too.

Thanks @CCinPS. To be honest I love how dumb but well intended they are myself.

Thanks, @peter lp!