Stories of Popcorn, Ribs, and Fertility

Saturday evening, as we were lying in the big bedroom enjoying the summer breeze drifting in through the windows, Corb turned to me and asked, "What do you want to do tonight?"

"I'm not sure, but we have to do something," I replied, affectionately squeezing his side. "Today's my last day of vacation before I have to go back to work."

Corb shook his head. "What are you talking about? Tomorrow's Sunday, so you still have another--"

"Shhhh!" I said, placing finger to lips. "I'm trying to convince myself that today's my last day. That way, when I wake up tomorrow morning, I'll have a pleasant surprise!"

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