Good Night

As I sit here in my big, comfortable, black leather poppa chair, her words swirl around in my head, and tug at the sides of my mouth...and I'm trying hard not to smile. Smugly. Nobody likes a smug smile...except maybe the smug smiler. Now...I'm pretty sure my Lady Wonder Wench is watching. The woman was a sales lady, and she said, "My what a nice body." And she was talking about me. And my Lady Wonder Wench was standing right there. And Lady Wonder Wench is sitting on the couch right across the room from me right now, and from the expression on her face I know she knows what I'm thinking. And she's thinking, "The woman didn't mean it, she's a sales person." And I'm thinking "Yes she did. But I know from experience I better not smile. Because I know Lady Wonder Wench will roll her eyes, sigh, and put her hand on her hip again. I mentioned the other day that I was going to wear my gold lame loin cloth and purple ostrich feather for my dinner date last Friday with Lady Wonder Wench. I saw it start her thinki