Duke is content in one of two places when George isn't around: laying ON me or sitting smashed up BESIDE me. As soon as G arrives, Duke runs across the room and plops into his bed, acting all jerky, like a cocky street dog from an old Disney movie. George refers to this as The Danny Zuko. "You're Sandy and I'm Kenickie. Get it?" I always do.
A few weeks ago for my birthday, G hauled out a huge cardboard box, prompting me to scream: "I sure hope that's something like a resin buffalo head!" And guess what? IT WAS. I'm not sure if we're a really awesome couple or a really creepy one. Mutually exclusive?
Sometimes I read mystery books called things like Cloche and Dagger (about hat shops, duh) or Book, Line, and Sinker (um, libraries, helloooooo) or sometimes even Assaulted Pretzel (AMISH, obvs) Guys, the world of "cozy mysteries" is insane, and one day, I will tell you all about it. In detail. I promise.