Thursday, July 30, 2015

Mixed Signals

I really don't like shaving. When the weekend rolls around, I don't shave unless there's some special occasion that requires it.

One Saturday evening my wife, Lan, and I were relaxing together on the living room couch. Before long, Lan started gently rubbing my cheek with her arm. I turned, gave her a knowing smile, and she said, "Hey, don't get excited, big guy. You didn't shave this morning and I'm just using your whiskers to scratch my arm."

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