“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.”
This is an ongoing problem in what would otherwise be – I am sure – a blissful bout of matrimonial fever.
Señora and I ran some errands this morning, returning home just about at noon, both of us were hungry. She opted for her favorite standby, a bowl of her home-made soup. I had an urge for one of my favorite sandwiches that I only eat rarely for reasons I am sure you can fathom, sardines and onions on toasted bread with a brush of mayonnaise on one piece of the toast.
Now Señora is pontificating from her soap box, declaring she will not kiss me for the next several hours. It probably did not help my cause that I ate the rest of the sweet onion like it was an apple.
Ahh… the romance has fled from our once rapturous relationship.
And so it goes.
And yes JMR, this was a bit of a recycle. I just find it humorous the way she reacts to my consuming this delicacy.
Ah, man, stole my ASD response!