One After Midnight...
.....and beyond the usual ambiance I try to create in the office whilst I write, I am currently basking in the testosterone glow of a guys night out.
Arrr........arrr..........arr.......
And while truly by mere coincidence, it was the one thing I needed to combat the effects of grocery shopping with The Goddess, who marches to the beat of her own drum in practically every endeavour.
Like you didn't know that already.
Yet, it never ceases to amaze me, which is why I keep writing about it.
This evening, I dropped her off at the grocery store before going to get my hair cut. I returned forty-five minutes later to find her still perusing the aisles, at that moment looking for one specific kind of salad dressing among veritably thousands.
She has never been the grab-n-go kind of girl.
Which was made oh so clear when, almost two hours after I dropped her off, we were just leaving the grocery store.
With half a cart full of groceries as evidence of our efforts.
I cannot help but wonder how long she would have taken completely on her own, without this grab-n-go guy.
I am not complaining too loudly, however, for what she will do with those groceries will be the envy of husbands the world over.
And she's all mine.
So, after a day of napping late, grocery shopping, pool playing and beer drinking, I am spent.
I am off to dream of tomorrow's dinner....