Shortly after my wife and I arose this morning--and after a few minutes of hugging and snuggling--I announced that I would really like to continue; but I had probably better shave and shower, in order to get to Hardee's before 11:00 AM (when they quit serving breakfast). She responded that I love Hardee's more than I love her. I replied that that is true; but that she should still be proud that she comes in a strong second. Perhaps, I suggested, we could even purchase her a trophy for that. The locks to the doors on the house have not been changed. Yet...
Fatal tactical error, pjohns. If you are lucky, your turkey will actually be cooked when it is served. And preferably not in your lap. You have some serious kiss-up to make happen. I wish you luck!
