Sunday(AJ/Bri)
“Is everything ready?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, do we have everything?”
“I dunno. Let’s do a checklist.”
“Fine… be organized.”
“Okay… strawberries.”
“Check.”
“Chocolate Syrup.”
“Check”
“Whipped Cream.”
“Check.”
“Caramel Sauce.”
“Wow… if we added in handcuffs this would sound like a fun night at the Littrell-McLean residence.”
“Alexander James!”
“Brian Thomas!”
“Will you get your mind out of the gutter for at least a few minutes?”
“I noticed how you didn’t ask me to get my hand out of your pants. Even though it isn’t there… I know you want it to be…”
[glares] “Alexander…”
“Dammit… don’t give me the ‘Evil-Brian’ look… I’ll melt. See… I’m Melting… Meltiiiiiiiing.”
“Speaking of melting… Do we have ice-cream?”
“Um… Ice Cream… that’d be helpful… I’ll check the freezer. Ooo goody! We do!”
“Okay, now all we need is the birthday boy and his friends…”
“I hope Aaron likes this party after all the trouble we went through for the sundaes.”
“Heeheehee…”
“What now?”
“It’s Sunday… and their having sundaes…” [giggles]
[rolls eyes] “Remind me again why I married you…”
“Because I…” [whispers]
“OH! Yeah… that’s why. I love you ‘Rok.”
“I love you too ‘J. Now let’s serve these sundaes…” [giggles] “On Sunday.”
“You are such a dork…”
“But you love me anyway.”
“I guess so.”
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