She'd reminding me she worked for the Buffalo Bills and probably could be still ... which is impossible to top but I'm a competitive soul.
"The best time to get your car washed," she happily continues, "is during the game ... no one's out cause they're all watching the Bills."
"What?" I wonder in confusion ... miss a game?
She shrugs her slinky shoulders and smiles.
I love football season!
It makes fall doable when temperatures begin to dip.
Football also gets me through January when that cursed time of year dominates with cold winds, freezing climate and snow.
Did I mention I hate winter?
Hate is such a strong word but every bit applicable in this case.
"75 is pretty chilly to me," sings the great Beach minstrel Jim Morris as he nails the line where hate is crossed for me.
"You know," Sarah says, "you really don't hate anything. Even people who've treated you very wrong ... people you should hate ... you have a soft spot ... you forgive, move on and look back fondly ... even when they raped and killed you ... but ... you really do hate the cold!"
I love my wife because she understands me.
I love her for lots of other reasons too but this isn't about eroticism.
"I've never heard so many cuss words strung together in my life than listening to you curse the cold," she continues. "And you don't use any of the nicer cuss words! You just keep using the worst of the worst over and over again."
"The girls need to know how to cope," I answer.
The girls all wish for snow which makes me groan in agony.
But, I have to give thanks to God who, for whatever reason, is looking kindly on me these days.
Temperatures in November have been delightfully summer like.
My clothing remains optional.
Plus, every time I look at Baby Che my heart melts!
Every time the girls ask for my opinion before ignoring it, I'm left flush!
And ... I have to admit getting under the covers with Sarah is pretty Tropical.
Yeah ... I'm gearing up for winter.
I hate winter!
I'm glad I'm blessed with so many other things to love instead.
