I left the house in good condition but Mrs. Curmudgeon turned the dial to awesome. When I left there was this:
Not bad. I would’ve been glad to sit by the fire wiping out Kentucky’s best export but I had to run an errand. I did my task and pointed the Dodge back home. It was getting late. I texted Mrs. Curmudgeon:
“Heading home. Please pick up a six pack before the liquor store closes.”
I got home to find this!
If that’s not love I don’t know what is!
A.C.
P.S. In case you don’t know why coffee is for closers click here.
You married up!
It’s been said, by Mrs. Curmudgeon especially. 🙂 All joking aside, she’s great.
She’s worth a guinea an ounce (or, at the current exchange rate, about $1.37 an ounce) as they say in the UK.
She’s a keeper, right enough.