Yes I Made That
Drug kingpin Joe Blow had certainly given me lots to chew on, and I wasn't talking about the two servings of frogs legs he'd feted me with. I was certain Joe had blown Ned Amigo away and my snitch Bird. But apparently not, and for some that might be hard to swallow. For me, though, I seriously doubted that the overweight slimeball ever left the chair in his restaurant.
But I'd put the case aside for a day. I had other things to think about. It was Dylan's birthday and I wanted it to be a very special occasion for her. And, if I played my cards right, at the end of the day it'd be a very special occasion for me, if you get my drift.
I told her she needed to get out of the apartment for awhile, so she arranged to spend several hours shopping with her friend Sara. Dylan had known Sara for some years. She came from the Lowlands and she always struck me as a bit of a sad eyed lady. But I digress.
It was time to go to work. I headed out to the market. I needed the freshest ingredients for my Waldorf salad. Where better to find them than at the Statler market.
Then it was off to the butcher for their best cut of flank steak. Finally, I stopped in at the liquor store where I picked up a couple of bottles of expensive plonk. On the way home I picked up a nice bouquet at the florist. My mission was accomplished. It was time to work my miracle.
She pushed back her chair and looked at me with her baby blue eyes and said "Did you…"
I cut her off "Yes, I made that. Did you like it?
"I loved it babe. I had no idea you were this good out of bed too."
Golly, I thought, she always knows just what to say. I think I'm going to get lucky tonight...and I wasn't just talking about not having to do the dishes.
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