Size Matters (Handcuffs And Happily Ever Afters)
“Rena laughed, examining me like I’d had a lobotomy.
Maybe I had. Sitting on the couch retelling the events of last night sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. I pulled my knees to my chest and grabbed my Minnesota Vikings fleece blanket. I needed comfort.
“Son of a bitch,” Rena moaned, ransacking the cabinets. “We don’t have any breakfast food. Do you want pudding and a beer?”
“Too early for a beer, but I’ll take a pudding,” I said. “Did you tell Jack we found his stash?”
“Nope.” She giggled.... “I’m going to let him discover it for himself. He’ll be horrified.”
“You’re awful,” I laughed.
“Yep,” she agreed.
She handed me a pudding cup and a spoon and plopped down next to me on the couch. We ate our healthy breakfast in companionable silence. I vowed to grocery shop that day. There was no way I was going to drink salad dressing for lunch.
“So let me get this straight . . . You’re going to Duluth to hunt down Bigfoot for a reality TV show.”MoreLess
Maybe I had. Sitting on the couch retelling the events of last night sounded ridiculous even to my own ears. I pulled my knees to my chest and grabbed my Minnesota Vikings fleece blanket. I needed comfort.
“Son of a bitch,” Rena moaned, ransacking the cabinets. “We don’t have any breakfast food. Do you want pudding and a beer?”
“Too early for a beer, but I’ll take a pudding,” I said. “Did you tell Jack we found his stash?”
“Nope.” She giggled.... “I’m going to let him discover it for himself. He’ll be horrified.”
“You’re awful,” I laughed.
“Yep,” she agreed.
She handed me a pudding cup and a spoon and plopped down next to me on the couch. We ate our healthy breakfast in companionable silence. I vowed to grocery shop that day. There was no way I was going to drink salad dressing for lunch.
“So let me get this straight . . . You’re going to Duluth to hunt down Bigfoot for a reality TV show.”MoreLess
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