Bad enough that the Ragin' Mrs put a chilled glass of scotch into my hand the moment I stepped in the door, and didn't let it run dry until I poured myself into bed.
That woman is a keeper, I tell ya. Thank God I've already married her, otherwise I'd have to kill all the men around me to ensure they didn't steal her away.
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