Smokypig wrote:
Well, BB, it got even worse from there. When I got home the wife was ready; fuzzy bathrobe, fluffy slippers, hair in rollers, arms crossed.
"Drunk!" she said.
"Me too!" I answered.
"Well come on" she said. "Let's go to bed."
"May as well" I said. "I'm gonna be in trouble when I get home anyway."