Why am I going to ask you this if I already know what you’re going to say? I think to myself. I’ll ask you anyway.
“How about we quit our jobs, get married and start a business together?”
I hope you say yes, so my spirit becomes high. We once set upon a wild crazy adventure and we succeeded, but we became afraid of our success. Foolish thoughts raided our minds when we were doing quite alright. We didn’t have much of a plan, but yet we succeeded.
Could we do it again? With a plan this time?
“Hell, no!” She says.
“Why not?”
“You crazy, men.” And she’s right. I agree, but I’m also on to something.
“Ok, my love. Do you want some pancakes?”
“Sure,” she grins.
Spoiled brat…