I was exhausted. Strung out, even. I stared at the computer tiredly while trying to get some work done after putting nine hours at my day job, running errands and cleaning up a bit. My legs hurt, my feet throbbed, my stomach was doing summer sualts, and my head was about to burst all over the computer screen.
Shawn asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." I muttered.
"Are you mad at me?"
Well, saftey first, I suppose. There's no need to ask, "Are you hurt?" first. Men, you must first ask the question, "Are you mad at me?" to your wife before moving on. Safety first. Be safe out there.
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