And She Stays?
When it comes to my wife, It's not a big surprise that I stick around. The BIG question is why does she?
For Your Consideration:
I was sitting at the breakfast table one day, eating my Quisp or BooBerry or something. As I stared at the table, it suddenly dawned on me that the table was more or less shaped like a hockey rink. Hmmmmmmm. . . . . . . So I got to work.
Later, my wife comes home from work. She says "Oh Good! You cleaned the kitchen floor. . . . .where's the table?" I took her into the basement. Right here:
"Isn't that Awesome!"!
She just turned around and went back upstairs. . . . . . . .At least the floor was clean.