Here I was, just cruising the blogs when I came upon Al Bundy’s latest and, while thinking “he can write a good piece” especially the link to this post by Patrick when who should walk through the door but my beloved with her purse bulging with the well gotten gains of a public-holiday-morning’s work.
Her suggestion that she buy me lunch brought the cold chill of performance anxiety to my brow, because all those who have been married for more than a score of years know what is expected after a liquid lunch in the sunshine.
UPDATE: It’s now nearly news time and I can report that an entree-sized seafood dish with a bottle of crisp riesling at a Cullen Bay restaurant was very pleasant. Sitting in the shade by the marina on a balmy 27 degree day, pleasant cuisine, gentle discourse, aahhhhhh, a bloke wouldn’t be dead for quids.
Sometimes a good joke network can keep the whole system sane.
Something those nitwits who try to limit email usage should remember.
Hmmm… that comment doesn’t relate to the thrust of the post any more, does it?
I’m glad to know I am not alone in doing that Wayne.
Thank you Wayne for the mention. I am amazed at how much traffic it generated. I guess everyone loves a good joke.
Cheers.
Patrick