This Morning I wake to find Mike Moritz Man of Action agitatedly pacing in the dark in our back patio room (this is where he goes to smoke and as I said before, he is always pacing or moving), He is mumbling to himself as he forcefully jabs his fingers into the small dish on the table, "Some day you're done! You're outta here! I am not doing this anymore I tell you."
Stunned, I say meekly (you all know how good I am at meekly), " Honey, we have been together almost thirty years! What are you talking about? I love you.
He looks at me like I am an alien from another planet (a look I am quite familiar with by the way)," What the heck are you talking about? I was talking about the cigarettes."
Oh, my bad. What can I say? I am a zombie in the morning. It's 6:30am, things don't start to register till around 10:00.
Have a good day Mike Moritz Man of Action. Love you.
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