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.