Typical Wednesday night. The kids are at church for Youth Group. The Other (Younger) Half is busy rubbing nekkid people. OK, they're not totally nekkid, they've got a sheet covering them up.
It's ironic, I'm married to a massage therapist, yet my back has been sore for about four days. I keep telling her I need her to rub my back and she agrees to do it, but when I'm ready for her to work on me, she's sleeping. I think she's faking it. It's that fakey snoring she and everybody on her side of the family is known for. Although, come to think of it, she told me she has been cutting the regular coffee with decaf. Now she complains of being tired all the time. Well duh!
At the moment, I'm sitting here watching the snow fall. It is the prelude to the next big "snow event." If we happen to get stranded in our house, we will eat hamburgers. Why hamburgers? Because the neighbors who I rescued from the last "snow event" with my snowblower gave us about 15 pounds of the stuff.
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