Mr. Espresso and Chelsea are still perking.
Happily.
Coffee and cream, hints of sugar.
Since the beginning, Mr. Espresso and I have had a standing tease regarding points. Whenever he does something wonderful, or says something thoughtful, or acts in a way that is pleasing… I tell him, "You got a point." If he does something contrary I tell him, "You lost points on that one."
He rarely loses points.
When I was in the hospital he brought me chocolates, exactly to my liking. He made a ton of points that day. And the other day he brought me Kahlua… which is hard to find in France, Oh you can imagine how many points he gathered that day!
Well, the other day, we were talking about dogs, I don't know how we came upon that subject… Anyway, Mr. Espresso said, "As soon as I am on my own I am going to have a dog." I asked him what type of dog, telling him he was walking on thin ice in the point department. He whipped out his iPhone and showed me photos of the dog he liked….
All points are gone.
Okay, all but a few.
He likes those big, black, scary-looking dogs, with big teeth, a guard dog type of dog, a Rottweiler!
Chelsea and I shared a doubtful worried look.
Mr. Espresso tried to convince us that they are nice.
… I use to pray that my children would find someone who would loved them, treat them well, wasn't an alcoholic, or a drug addict…. someone from a good family….
Dang, now I have to add, No big dogs to the list!
Or maybe I should pray to overcome my fear of dogs… Certainly I would make more points that way.
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