Fenton and I find ourselves hanging out more and more over at the campus family housing complex with Rhonda and Quinn, moreso than with our unmarried cohorts. While I've always felt that our engagement hasn't changed anything (other than this lovely ring on my paw), well...I've been wrong before.
Truth is, Fenton and I were never big partygoers in the first place. Fenton, of course, has a full-time job with
Hare-Link in addition to his studies, and I've got my stem cell research in Professor Antlerhead's lab. Going out and vomiting up a night's worth of beer on a downtown sidewalk wasn't exactly high on our agenda, even before the engagement.
The family housing complex is pretty raucous anyway, mainly due to all the kids under five living there. Rhonda and Quinn intend to be childless for a while, but many others in the building have already started families. Childless couples (like us) suddenly become very popular as potential babysitters.
Speaking of Fenton's job, Hare-Link's big issue right now (as it is for most ISPs) is blocking spam without intercepting actual E-mail. When we go back home on weekends it seems that's all we end up doing, countering the latest nasty strategies devised by spammers. I called it an arms race, until Fenton pointed out that he doesn't have arms.
