I could have just stayed in bed. She told me she’d leave the keys on the table when she was done. She didn’t want to wake me. Bless her for that.
But when I heard her trademark combination of curse words…that sweet, cute little voice passionately shouting struggling epithets, I shook my head and rolled out, shirtless, and in gym shorts. She looked good. I mean, as good as you can look with a pair of boxes under your arm as you struggle to open a door.