Saturday evening I made chicken burritos for supper and homemade rotel cheese dip… My own rotel! And I served it all up with a margarita to Roy and my homemade lemonade for me… with rum! YUM YUM!!!
After supper, I gathered the sheets from the dryer and took them to the bedroom to put them on the bed.
A tiny bit later, Roy staggered to the bedroom, “I thought you were in here poutin’ and I came to smooth that over, not to help you put the sheets back on.”
Isn’t that the sweetest thing ever??
He thought I was poutin’!! I mean I had been for the last few days. But not this time.
He stumbled around after the sheet ends, “I can’t do this, I’m tipsy! I didn’t come in here to help you.”
And yet he did… drunk on one margarita.