She Breaks a Rule

There is a rule here that no one goes shopping on Saturdays. Well, a store called Her and said She needed to p[ick up a prescription. She thought and thought. He was gone to a meeting of His writing guys. What if it was something He needed, She said. Then, to help Her decide, She had a card from that store that said She gets some money off if She buys things on one day. The idea of money off made Her decide. Trouble is, when She got to the store, She didn't feelo like shopping, You have to be in the mood, Coffs, She told me. I think She felt sad because it was Saturday, and the store was full of people She calls worker-bees. Well, She did get a couple of things they always use, and treated Herself to a fancy cold coffee-the-drink, but when She got home, She was knackered. I had to give Her snuggles and a massage.
She made Him gumbo again today. He doesn't care if He has the same thing every week, and She doesn't cook for him that often any more. She misses some of the things She used to do. I don't know why, but as long as there are snuggles She'll be fine. She asked me just the other day if Smudge'sMom would want to go to where Her OperaGirl lives to see Her Eddie in a play. When She mentions it to Him, He just goes hmmm.
Let's see if that gumbo tases good. Chow, bellas.