After eating dinner...

I thought of this:
The other day, my Mother-un-law came to see me. In her hand she had a beautifully wrapped gift for me. I asked her why she had brought me a present.
"Because I love you and I want to give you a present!"
It was a lovely little book with a hand beaded cover.

I feel a bit softer now. Nothing a little rare new york strip and a glass of cabernet won't fix.
I still think you're an asshole if you don't put your shopping cart away, however.
G'night.