Simmer Down
“On the night before New Year’s Eve, he was belatedly stringing lights. Clad only in a pair of workout pants, he looked ready to provide bodily services at any moment to any interested woman who happened upon him.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, put on some clothes,” I snapped as I brushed past him. “This weather we’re having? It’s called winter.”
“Aren’t we cranky tonight,” he commented, smirking.
“Yes, ‘we’ are.” Stomping up the stairs, I hoped I was accidentally-on-purpose kicking wet slush down on t...op of him. “And having to look at your ass isn’t helping.”
“That’s not what you used to say,” he hollered.
Must he constantly remind me of last summer’s indiscretion? I reached my landing, jumped up and down, and mashed wet snow between the cracks in the floor boards. Then I dumped an old window box full of ice water down on him.
“Hey, cut it out! You’re not very full of the holiday spirit!”
I slammed my back door. If only it’d been cold enough earlier this week, I could have sent icicle spikes through his head.MoreLess
“Oh, for Christ’s sake, put on some clothes,” I snapped as I brushed past him. “This weather we’re having? It’s called winter.”
“Aren’t we cranky tonight,” he commented, smirking.
“Yes, ‘we’ are.” Stomping up the stairs, I hoped I was accidentally-on-purpose kicking wet slush down on t...op of him. “And having to look at your ass isn’t helping.”
“That’s not what you used to say,” he hollered.
Must he constantly remind me of last summer’s indiscretion? I reached my landing, jumped up and down, and mashed wet snow between the cracks in the floor boards. Then I dumped an old window box full of ice water down on him.
“Hey, cut it out! You’re not very full of the holiday spirit!”
I slammed my back door. If only it’d been cold enough earlier this week, I could have sent icicle spikes through his head.MoreLess
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