True Love

I got my woman back. Yup, me and Housty are together again. I didn’t ask too many questions when she turned up with a bottle of whiskey for me today. I don’t know where she’s been this past few weeks but she owned up to going off with that fella. Seems I’ve been taking for granted and she wanted to make me jealous, but there was nothing in it and never was, she said. Well, that’s good enough for me. Course I don’t believe a danged word of it but all the while she’s got something to hide, she ain’t quizzing me, so I figure it’s best to let things be.

I took Housty in my arms and told her I loved her; she hugged me and said she loved me. As our lips met and we held each other tight, I realized just how much I’d missed her. Feeling romantic, I got down on one knee. Then I hitched up her skirts and welcomed her back with a kiss on the fadoodle.

She’s sleeping still. Poor thing’s all wore out. I’ll take her a cup of coffee when she comes to. Meantime, I’d better get rid of this…