“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Señora and I had gone to bed. We were both engaged in canine behavior, that is, we were imitating Princess Lily’s bed time preparation routine. While we were not circling our respective sides of the bed three times, we each were fluffing pillows, rearranging blankets, flouncing around as we attempted to find that ever so perfect spot for falling asleep.
In simpler words, we were trying to get comfortable, and thus were moving around quite a bit. There was an almost spooky, creaking sound that was occurring sporadically but frequently.
Señora says to me, “Is that the bed or one of us?”
I still am hoping it was the bed.
And so it goes.
hahaha
Or as they say in Latin America… jajaja