I was doing not much of anything today when the wife approached me and said very clearly:
“I want a Cowboy!”
This statement caused many images to rush through my head. I could picture her wanting to run away with her cowboy heartthrob Sheriff Walt Longmire, headed for a life in a 200 square foot cabin in Wyoming, eating venison, moose and black bear and drinking 16 ounce Rainier beer for the rest of their lives.
I quickly dismissed this crazy idea because Walt doesn't have cable TV and a life without “Days of Our Lives” just won’t cut it.
Sensing my complete confusion about the matter, the wife cleared up the confusion:
“It’s Tuesday and Cowboy pizzas at Papa Murphy’s are only $12”.
So, readers, it looks like the wife is going to stick around for a while, hopefully until our 36th wedding anniversary on the 22nd. That is, unless she decides to run off with Walt Longmire before then.
Readers, enjoy your (Cowboy pizza) (Tues)day.
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