Overheard on Christmas
Twenty-four years of marriage. Actual conversation.First thing Christmas morning, I opened my eyes to the new day. While I looked out the window, behind me in the bed, my wife spoke, sounding sweetly frisky.
Donna: Did you find your toy this morning?
Mike: Yesss.
Donna: Have you been playing with your toy?
Mike: You betcha!
Suddenly magnetic, I flashed the come-hither gaze back over my shoulder.
Mike: Oh. You're talking to the cat.
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