My wife is worse about shouting than I am. My wife leaps to her feet, howling, dancing the Cabbage Patch, shouting at the TV. The Michelob never tasted so bittersweet.Īlabama just intercepted the ball. My wife and I are seated on the hard floor, watching our last game in this room, eating box dinners. Now that she is no longer with us, it’s a tomb. This used to be my mother-in-law’s house. Just a barren house and spiders who died of old age. In this room there is no furniture, no framed pictures, no lamps, and no signs of life.
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