My Shorter Half....
“ Did you hear that shit?” my brother asked…. ”Millions…you oughta think about marrying that girl”
And I must confess that the noun did in fact force my pointy little ears erect and so had to respond with….
“ I heard that shit…and I am thinking about it . “ Now I can’t tell a lie….the original plan was to hang in there till I was 40 and then score some exotic mail away bride from Thailand or something. As sound a plan as that may have been I was sidetracked at the tender age of 35 . It worked out for the best I guess even if the families millions did turn out to be in Pesos….or fact be known, the equivalent of about a car payment.
I need to say though, she’s the best for having allowed me to continue my chosen life of non ambition…her only concern is that there is enough funds to cover her annual trek to Colombia with little need or demand for more than that. Thus relieving me of the burden of supplying her with fine homes and cars , we have been happy in our mutual lack of need….besides…ain’t nothing more lovable than a Spic Chick that needs a green card
