THAT is true love, ya'll

Today Bud comes home and the way I am looking forward to it suggests I have no life outside of my relationship and friendship with him. Which, aside from my dogs, I don't. Not really. And I know we could get all psycho-analytical about why having many outlets and girlfriends of my own are important. And that those would be good points, made by well meaning and intelligent people. But mostly I just want to tell those same well meaning people to suck it. I am going to the gym and maybe the pool and, at said I-have-no-life-partner's request, maybe to call a few tire stores for estimates on truck tires. That, everyone, is called romance! No but you know what really is? While on the phone this morning, Bud told me he bought Copper a John Deere collar.