Sweeper run

Yet everywhere there are crumbs

As my other half keeps eating…

I chew Ice

He talks

Both of these habits drive

Us crazy

So compromise

He talks…I chew…

Easy for me as football

Is on this Saturday and

He can’t stop talking at

The coach on the TV…

Chew chew chew chew…

Lucky for me I bought

A counter ice machine

That makes soft ice

That doesn’t crack my teeth

Or give me brain freeze

But still drives my retired groom

Nuts…..

At our age

We have to keep doing things

That makes us aware of each

Other…