There I go expecting my wife to call and text me what happened. I do text another message. Do you want to talk about it, are you ok.

She came down from the mothership to talk to me, I handle it well. Then she zaps back up.

It is a test. Testing if my changes are permanent. Sometimes I fail. She trys to make me fail. She stirs me up.

Ranch... always have to have a comment. Gee wizzzzz... You most likely even put it on your spaghetti too, huh?