TuckerI had just taken the roast out of the oven when the doorbell rang. I took off the oven mitt and went to the door.
“Who is it?”
“Girl Scouts. I have cookies.”
“If you don’t have those chocolate minty ones I’m not interested.”
“You would ask for something chocolate.”
I laughed as I opened the door. She had the biggest grin on her face.
“I will admit that I am a fan of chocolate.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” she winked. “This is for you,” she held out a bottle of bourbon. “I looked it up and apparently bourbon is really big in Kentucky.”
“It is, thank you,” I pulled her in for a hug. “Let me take your jacket.”
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
“It smells really good in here?”
“Thank you!”
“Where’d you buy it from?”
“Buy it? You doubt me?”
“Um, yea.”
“Woman, please. Come here!”
