Ma and Pa Kennels

…spent hundreds on flowers for her to arrive on a random day…Fuck Penny!
She wasn’t trustworthy. She didn’t always think of me. And, I didn’t know what to do because she was the best thing in my life.
The trials and tribulations of finding that one true love by an empty heart often times leads to the truth. Like pulling a Band-Aid off quick instead of waiting for the slow burn.
I spent five long agonizing months uncovering the aimless young adult from Concord, New Hampshire. Waiting for the first move and avoiding the bad sex.
Being married to a woman of depth, the shallow pool that lay before me seemed very murky and covered in bias.
That first day at work, you jumped up on the trunk of your car and patted a place on the trunk next to you. There was supposed to be training done…you wanted to train me in other ways.
You wanted me to sit next to you and have a cigarette.
So, I did.
See, even than I was well trained
Then you told me about the rapes, the bad relationships, and the mistreatment from girlfriends, your mother and Penny.
Every little sordid detail you told me
Then you asked me what I thought you should do.
Than you went away on Vacation with Mommy Dearest and your father-Martha’s Vineyard, I think it was. You sent me pictures of you in a bikini!
You asked to be friends on Facebook in between and I knew from that you had other intentions. You said, you had been creeping on me.
You told me that Mark and Kevin both teased you because they said you had a crush on me
I tried to hook you up with Steph because you needed to get laid…. Course, there was the buzzing me up front when you didn’t need me and the avoiding of running the desk so you could spend time in the kennels with me…showing me your other profession, posing naked. You cornered me in a pen with a naked picture of your ass. I wonder what the department of worker’s rights would think about that.
Then you giggled.
Then the chase was on. The buying of the morning coffees, the texts saying, ‘hey, guess what I have on under my shirt?’
My patented response: I give, what?
‘Nothing!’
The next stage of exhibition came:
‘Guess what? I don’t have any underwear on.’

The best ideas are those with a storyline. Still happily married, the hunt remains ON. The Gracie’s, the Ambien’s, the Annie’s and the WTF continue with the passing of each politically mistaken day.

Ambien Grace…the truth unplugged