The other day, Mrs. Me

The other day, Mrs. Me and I were walking home from an early dinner at the neighborhood italian place. Red wine, gnocchi, and the novelty of not having to rush must have overwhelmed us because the next thing we knew a car was honking – it’s driver shouting for us to get a room…
…we shared a thought: “We have a room. We’re married.”

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