Firewalker11
Brewer
She texted and said, "On my way." (on her way home from work)
I texted back and said, "I'm at the Icehouse with Brady."
We had just started a game of partners 8 ball with a couple of cigar smoking dudes from Indianapolis. I was playing particularly well, had sunk the 8 ball last 3 games, and was delivering consistent powerful breaks.
My phone rang. She was floccing PISSED! No dinner cooked, dogs hadn't been let out, and I better get my ass home and call her.
I gave my cue and the beer I'd just opened to a kid that had just turned 21 and in my best tough guy impression explained that I had to cut out.
Got home and my biggest dog had pissed on the dog bed. It soaked clear through to the rug, dripped piss as I carried it to the back door and threw it on the deck.
Jumped in the shower to wash the cigarette smell off me, got out and put away a few dishes.
When she walked in I braced myself, but she hugged me and apologized for yelling at me and told me she was pissed about something else.
I could have finished that beer and won another game...
No, no you couldn't, you standing there ready to be hugged was the fix to her Schmidty day!