August 6, 2025

Our kismet has a curfew, my former sweetheart now knows. Once upon a time, I worked frantically to avoid a night like this! I proposed marriage like an inebriate wedding guest proposing a toast.
As it was, Jeanne was everything I could order for our life together. She was intelligent, a great cook, and she owned several cats.
What more could I want?
The first time I walked through the door, I could smell the Hamburger Helper Beef Stroganoff cooking on the stove.
She remembered it was my favorite! We could grow old together as long as our clogged arteries would allow!
Tonight, our princess phone just missed my head by millimeters. My response is returned with a teaspoon of anger, and a bucket of fear. Curtain time is clearly here!

Will she remain my “Banana Butt? Will she ever call me “Pickle Nose” again?
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