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Dinner with my wife:
She calls and says 'where are you?' i tell her 'home' and she says 'then open the door'. So i bound to the door and open it to see her standing on the porch, in all her uniformed hotness. She says 'hey honey, how bout a dinner date?' so she comes in, recieves her usual enthusiastic hug and kiss, and heads for the kitchen. we pull all the many Christmas leftovers out of the fridge and she builds a huge plate and warms it up. I ladel out some of the french onion soup I made today into a soup bowl for her to try and add croutons and cheese and warm it up and set it on the table. She sits down at the island to eat, I warm up a bowl of soup for myself and stand opposite her at the island to eat. And then there's the beep. I hand her a piece of paper and a pen, turn the music off, and begin packing it up. She writes as dispatch dispatches the call, I put soup in one nalgene and iced tea in the other. Wal mart bag, paper towel, plastic spoon, kiss on the cheek, and she's gone. here I am again, empty house, sink full of dishes. I think to myself the same thing I tell her often: 'good thing I'm so damn proud of you'
=) and I am.
She calls and says 'where are you?' i tell her 'home' and she says 'then open the door'. So i bound to the door and open it to see her standing on the porch, in all her uniformed hotness. She says 'hey honey, how bout a dinner date?' so she comes in, recieves her usual enthusiastic hug and kiss, and heads for the kitchen. we pull all the many Christmas leftovers out of the fridge and she builds a huge plate and warms it up. I ladel out some of the french onion soup I made today into a soup bowl for her to try and add croutons and cheese and warm it up and set it on the table. She sits down at the island to eat, I warm up a bowl of soup for myself and stand opposite her at the island to eat. And then there's the beep. I hand her a piece of paper and a pen, turn the music off, and begin packing it up. She writes as dispatch dispatches the call, I put soup in one nalgene and iced tea in the other. Wal mart bag, paper towel, plastic spoon, kiss on the cheek, and she's gone. here I am again, empty house, sink full of dishes. I think to myself the same thing I tell her often: 'good thing I'm so damn proud of you'
=) and I am.