I just woke up. One glance outside the window and I see snow yet again. Bummer. Still in bed, I turn towards my loving wife, still asleep in a rather cute way. It’s nice and warm in bed, it must have something to do with the giant fart Nadia just let go. So far for romance.
Maybe that a nice breakfast can still save it all. But after one minute in the kitchen, I heard pewter getting his first orgasm or something.
I’d better put the cereal on the table. Doesn’t look like it’ll be a day much different from the other 364 this year.