Home alone with the dog, the wife out of town for her sister's bridal shower.
Sitting around missing her.
Then I remember...
"Stop talking and give me the bed cheese"
That's what she said to me.
It almost sounds like some sort of nasty innuendo.
Nope.
She wanted me to give her a piece of cheese.
Which she then ate in bed.
Oh well.
I still miss her.
Even though I know I come second to a chunk of cheese when it is time for her mid-nine-o-clock snack.
Back to my whiskey & TV now.
