Yes. I have a Wifey. A funny, incredibly intelligent, just-quietly-hot, pretty damn talented, Tony-Abbott-hating Wifey. 
And this is a little shout out to her, just to say “Peace Out Biatch”…I couldn’t have survived the last 8 weeks of waiting in limbo land without trashy (excellent) television shows, prik nam pla, late night mortein gassings, grand plans to get food to the studio via an elaborate pulley system and your good natured, beautiful self. Thank You. I couldn’t have ever put in an order for a better friend. Can’t wait to see you in Ski-attle! x