TuckerI was sitting on my couch in my boxers and boots drinking a beer, trying to drown my sorrows and there was a knock at my door.
“Who is it?”
“Tucker, it’s me, open up.”
I opened the door and stood in there, staring at her.
“Hi!” she said sheepishly.
“Shouldn’t you be off getting married?”
“A funny thing happened during the ceremony.”
“Yea, that’s great.”
“You don’t want to hear it?”
“Should I?”
“Absolutely! Right as we were about to say the ‘I do’s’, this chick that is a receptionist at the firm where Grier used to work with, Sharonda, showed up and interrupted the wedding declaring her love for him.”
“Mm hmm. Yep. Interesting.”
“Tucker!”
“What?”
“I didn’t marry him.”
“But you were going to.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Mm hmm thanks to Sharon.”
“Sharonda.”
“Whatever!”
“Tucke
