At this point I’m 99.9% sure you don’t even have a dog.. But every day you show up in pink shorts, unfold your lawn chair by the urine soaked grass, romantic love novel in hand and bask your gray hairy chest in the sun.
In order –
“He’s damaged goods.”
“I’m going to shoot you.”
” Are you eating sand again? Spit it out.”
” You’ve been taking to many Viagra.”
Heading off to work in her m3 convertible. Casual business attire, dirty blonde hair. Light turns red, applies mascara in rear view mirror. Light turns green, done in time. Traffic moves slowly..applies lipstick.. traffic slows to a halt. Barley paying attention..breaks..lip stick up the side of her cheek. Spends the next two red lights whipping cheek with a paper napkin. Priceless. As good a morning coffee.
Cycling laps around the reservoir. Cheetah print biker shorts, teal tank top and 3 inch deep leg and back hair. Mega headphones on with music blasting. Smile from ear to ear. Priceless.