W was supposed to be home at lunchtime cause she's cooking things for a work party tonight, then going into work this afternoon. I figured she'd be busy and wouldn't have time to eat, so I stopped by "our little neighborhood cafe" at lunch and picked her up a container of her favorite soup since it's really cold here right now and she loves this stuff (it's wicked good...I do this from time to time...best 3 bucks I ever spend), went home...she wasn't there. The old me would've freaked.
The new me put the soup in a nice bowl, set the table for her, lit a candle...I should've just left it all setup with a note, that's what I'll do next time...this time, however, I called her...told her I had something for her at the house and I was sorry I missed her but she should look in the dining room when she got home. From her I get, "Oh I'm sorry, baby, I'll come home right now!"
I'm thinking...HUH?
I said, no, that's okay, I need to run anyhow, so take your time, I didn't mean to wrench up your plans. We hang up.
So I've just about finished my business at home when she pulls up, so I waited on her. Scored major points...she looked at me like she was a thirsty cat and I was a saucer of milk I hung around and talked with her a bit while she ate.
Followed the OT/GH line of thinking on my way out the door to go to the gym...gave/took some major, albeit quick (leave em wanting more, right?) lip action, told a quick joke (left her tingling and laughing LOL), got my ILY's, and took off.
Right now I feel like I could whip Mike Tyson with one arm tied behind my back...it's a good thing I don't let my feelings dictate my actions, I reckon
I'm back, baby, I'm back
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means. -- Inigo Montoya, 'The Princess Bride'
I hung around and talked with her a bit while she ate. 
