This Game Of Chance
"Come here and warm your hands by the fire, Mary. Isn’t it great!? This is liv’in!"
"Hold on a minute. I’ll be right there," replied my wife, in an anxious tone. "You could help me get the snow off Solomon’s feet you know. He’s gonna get the carpet all wet."
"Alright, I can do that," I said. "If you promise me you’ll sit by the fire for a few minutes. You don’t wanna get frost bite, do ya? Yer fingers an toes get all green an fall off an junk. It’s gross."
"If you stop bugging me about the fire and tend to your dog here, I can go get you your birthday present. It’s in the bedroom closet."
"God, I can’t believe it’s my birthday already. Another July’s passing by like sand through an hourglass. How quickly time flies."
"Here we are," said Mary, on her way back to the living room. "Open it up. The excitement’s killing me."
"Oh boy!" I remarked, as I removed the lid from the top of the box. "Just what the doctor ordered! Gloves with a matching hat! I’ll be snug as a bug in a rug. Thanks babe," I said, as I embraced my thoughtful mate and kissed her cold, red, blushing cheek.
"That’s not all I got you, either," she said. "Go check out the truck!"
"Oh boy!" I exclaimed. "Did’ja get me the new, twenty speaker, remote controlled, eight-hundred channel Boose sound system with auto scan, seek, lock an load, or am I just dreaming?"
"Go an see," replied my better half. "It’s yer birthday. I had ta get you something nice, didn’t I? It only comes but once a year."
- Posted by Reid Laurence on 15/05/2006.
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