If we get through the rest of this trip without driving each other crazy, it will be a miracle. Janice thinks that all she has to do is look at me with those smokey eyes of hers and I’ll cave to anything she wants. Usually, frankly, she’s right. We’ve been on the road a long time though, and I’m getting a little tired of sushi bars and tofu. I want a good old fashioned cheeseburger, and I plan to get one at the next stop.
It’s the little things like that that always get you, eh? I’m not looking for a divorce out of the deal. I just want my burger.
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