This text get an extra half hour from my dear wife

My dear wife Karen was working the later Friday shift, meaning she’s get home from the eye place after my arrival at A Bitty Better from the library.

What’s that, I see on my phone after I feed Elle B aka Dogamous Pyle?

A text saying that my wife is running late.

I set up a weekend starter welcome.

Come home quick.

I text the photo of what will be ready on the kitchen table to start the Friday relaxation.

(The beer bottles go back in the fridge, thank you.)

Bing. A reply.

She’s leaving sooner rather than later.

Happy Hour.

It worked. I time my pour perfectly.

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