Adaptive Curmudgeon

Christmas Came Early

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.

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