Saturday, November 10, 2012
Mac’s Rebound Marriage
Shortly after Jeanine-Ann sped off
to a conference of Curriculum
Integrators, Mac threw the pillow
slip on the floor.
The sheets, though, still reeked of floral scent,
but aromas off Ritz cracker crumbs partially
obscured it.
He had to rouse himself even before endless commercials would pause the Jets vs Raiders on TV.
A staccato fart issued on his amble towards the bathroom, longer, all in all, than the elongated boom now greeting a Jet’s touchdown.
Shortly after Jeanine-Ann sped off
to a conference of Curriculum
Integrators, Mac threw the pillow
slip on the floor.
The sheets, though, still reeked of floral scent,
but aromas off Ritz cracker crumbs partially
obscured it.
He had to rouse himself even before endless commercials would pause the Jets vs Raiders on TV.
A staccato fart issued on his amble towards the bathroom, longer, all in all, than the elongated boom now greeting a Jet’s touchdown.
Labels: football, marriage, TV
