Autumn Fantasy

Here’s how my brain works:

I’m out in the front yard blowing leaves and thinking of a scenario. Leaf clean-up is something John usually does, and when he gets home from his office (Panera), he’ll see the piles of leaves along the curb and say, “Oh, wow! You raked the leaves.”

To which I’ll reply, “No, two college guys came by and offered to do it for free if I’d have sex with them.”

He laughs.

“That’s not funny,” I’ll say and pout. “Why would that be funny?”

Continue reading “Autumn Fantasy”