After leaving the hospital, Masyn and I met Beau for dinner at a barbeque place down the street from his house. It was okay, but definitely not worth the price. Another reason Atlanta wasn't for me-paying more for lesser quality wasn't my idea of living high on the hog...it was just stupid.
"Dinner was good." That was Masyn's way of saying she didn't like it when it came up an hour later right before we went to bed.
Caging her in against the dresser, I kissed her and said, "You're a s**t liar."
Her head fell back with laughter. "Okay, it wasn't great, and who pays that much for a pulled-pork sandwich?"
"It was probably that fancy roll it was on."
"Yeah, they'd be better off to head to Piggy Wiggly and pick up a bag of generic hamburger buns."
"The tea was tasty."
"It was ungodly s
