While I'm reaching for something on the shelf, I feel his arms wrapping around me from behind. I turn to look at him. "What do you have planned for dinner tonight?"
It is clear that he has not been paying attention to the stuff that I have been placing in the shopping basket; otherwise, he would have worked it out by now. "If I remember correctly, you had a penchant for my lasagna."
"It was so amazing that I had to get down on my knees."
I giggle as I explain, "It wasn't the lasagna that did that. However, if that is what you want me to do, I will make it for you."
"Certainly. Thank you. In addition, we are going to make a pit stop for wine on the way back."
When I was ready to tell him that no one in town stocks his wine, "Jolene" started playing on the phone that was in my back pock
