Smells Like Roses

Another Kristin post.

She was headed downstairs to get a coffee refill and was nice enough to ask if I wanted a refill too. Sure, I said and quickly gulped down the last couple sips.

She put the mug down on the end of my desk and just stood there, kind of scratching her back, but also grinning at me slightly. She was up to no good, I could tell.

"Are you standing here, waiting to fart on me at my desk?"

She looked at my monitors, one was open to Word, the other to my Blogger site.

"Umm.... no, not while you have your blog open."

She's not a quick learner, my wife, but if you give her enough time she'll catch on...

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