Her Obsession.

Tuesday's here!!! So you know what that means, right? You do know what it means... Right? What's that? My new post up at Sprocket Ink this morning? Great! You remembered. You had me worried there for a sec. The direct link th the story's below, at the end of the post.  Go on check it out.


Now I need to share something. I have often mentioned my obsessions: coffee, video games, etc. But I’ve never disclosed a somewhat deep, dark secret lurking in my loving wife’s closet.

Him:

Mrs. C loves her some Tim McGraw! A fact that was brought to painful remembrance that night of the recent Idol finale. Actually, to say she’s obsessed with him might be putting it mildly. I’m fairly certain that she would barely hesitate to kill me in my sleep if it meant she'd get a chance to meet him. She even knows the lyrics to his songs! Not entirely impossible for a two-thirds black, one-third Venezuelan, born and raised in the Caribbean...

But you got to admit it seems a tiny bit far fetched.

I’ve always known of this and I knew she was, in fact, settling for me since the vast distance between them. Still, I look to the day when she can look at me with the same desire in her eyes that she shows Tim.

Maybe I need a cowboy hat.

One day, perhaps.


Anyway that story over at Sprocket Ink is waiting. As an added bonus, I'll let you in on a little something. I've been drawing again. Really! Go check it out.