Chapter 1
Paper Chonies
Every weekend deserves the opportunity to prove it’s a self-taught refresher course on living. Having a job these days is a good thing, but work is an eight-hour interruption of life.
Saturday morning, I sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee with a healthy splash of whiskey added. My wife is in the kitchen making one of those healthy drinks full of green vegetables, fruits, and nuts.
Her attractiveness has not faded over our years shared together and she remains the light of my life.
Whiskey and coffee get my old ticker in salsa rhythm to start the day, but Mary prefers blueberries, kale, cilantro, almonds, and a banana with a pinch of turmeric and curry.
Our breakfast choices provide proof men make wiser decisions.
The machine she uses isn’t a blender, but an extractor that pulverizes food into a smooth nutritious drink. My wife suggested our health could benefit from using it.
Being receptive to new ideas, I gave it a try with a big slice of pepperoni pizza, an ice cream sandwich, and a shot of Jim Beam. The mixture tasted good even though it had the consistency of watery pudding.
Mary made it clear in no uncertain terms I was never to touch the device again.
No problem.
Her back is to me as she makes the breakfast drink. Dark hair curls at the base of her neck, and my gaze travels down her body soaking in the ample curves the purple terry cloth robe can’t hide.
It might seem strange to some people, but after more than thirty years of marriage I still find Mary extremely sexy.
My romantic reverie fades as she pours the disgusting green liquid into a cup and begins to drink.
“That looks yummy,” I say.
A wise husband tells his wife what she wants to hear.
Mary looks over her shoulder. “Do you want some?”
“Maybe next time.”
She laughs. “That’s what I thought.”
We know each other all too well.
Finishing my coffee, I step up behind her and wrap an arm around her waist.
“I’m going to run to the store for a minute,” I say.
