"Plot devices..." you're funny.  But I'm with ya.  I think pregnant women (well, some or most anyway...) are attractive.  I see one every Sunday who I tell, "Wow, you're lookin' great."  And the good thing about that as a "life survival skill" is that....hmmm...let's say they're married to you....is that after they have the baby, or babies in some cases, they still look pregnant the rest of their life, and if you can still find that attractive that's probably a good thing...in a way.

And...I took have seen the parallel between women and horses -- especially when I run my hand over a horse, look in its big brown eyes, admire it's flowing mane, and slap it on the butt, which has that solid yet slightly jiggly "resonance."  That parallel too helps you appreciate your woman.

My wife has said "freakin'" a couple times and when she does I (half jokingly) tell her she doesn't have to cuss.  That sissy Regis Philbin on morning TV says it all the time too.  (I don't say "wussy" either, cuz my theory is that only "wussies" say it.  Likewise the word it derives from.)

If your mom hasn't tried to hook you up yet with Filipina girls on line yet, she's missed a possibility.  There's a lot of 'em, they can be good lookin', probably make good wives, and seem to want to come to America.

So I hope I've helped add some story lines to your plot.  Or...at least it's manly man-to-man repartee.  Have a beer on me pal.

I think I speak for everyone when I say that we would all be very happy with a version of you that shows up on time:} and I'm glad that a certain pair of someones have you for a friend so you can rescue them every once in a while:} you're a good friend, most of the time, no matter what anyone says. (speaking as a person whose had her share of not so good friends). I will pray that all of your plot points come together to create a happy story for you:}

lot of luv!!

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

In all seriousness, as one of your plot devices, I am extremely and forever grateful to have a friend like you!  I appreciate you more than you know.

mcallima sounds cool.  I'd invite her over for cards and a Pepsi.

On Bruce Banner...yeah, I more or less figured it out.  It's okay.  I just decided to go with the intelligence riff just because.