Come on

The kids went to a baseball game last night so I had Marta help me with the golf course. She also had some stuff she wanted to print for school. I tell her to start printing as we walk in the door. I look around and the guy in the pro shop yells up the stairs; Who's there? I talk with him for a bit and turn around and yell at Marta to get her sweet behind into gear.

We are almost finished when I ask her

J; Are you done printing?

M; I haven't started yet.

J; Stop fiddle fucking around and get to it!

I finish what needs to be done and she is not even close to have her stuff ready. She talks me in to heading over to Walmart to get her some supplies that is also needed for school. We run back to CNCC, pick up her stuff and finally we get home to have dinner. I sit down on the couch with a cold one and she comes over.

M; It doesn't go faster just because you're yelling at me.

J; You need to get your priorities straight instead of wasting time.

M; Oh, honey, I know deep down that you love.

J; You don't need to look very deep to figure that out.

And she gives me a kiss.