Just now The Missus and I were sitting across from one another at the kitchen table. She was giving Robbie a bottle and reading the newspaper; I was tap tapping away on my laptop. It all felt so familiar...
"B-5," I said as I looked up at her over the top of the laptop.
The Missus looked up at me and gave me that "What the hell are you talking about" look that she gives me so often. Then it hit her.
"You're weird."
Yeah, I know.
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