Another Wife Approved &trad; pro­duc­tion. A lit­tle dif­fer­ent, but I think fun.

_​TarryAna stood star­ing through the win­dow. The most adorable lit­tle puppy stared back at her. ¬†He had jumped up and placed his front paws on the glass and gazed at her with his floppy pink tongue hang­ing out the side of his mouth.

She grabbed the strap of her shoul­der bag, yanked it far­ther up her shoul­der and marched into the store. ¬†She asked a few sim­ple ques­tions about the dog, basic things like what does he eat, how old he was, when his last air­plane checkup had been performed.

Once sat­is­fied, she handed over the 2 sacks of gold and Spear of Asagoul as pay­ment, grabbed the bag of squeaky toys, took the leash from the cashier and strolled hap­pily out the door with a shaggy, bouncy brown and white dog in tow.

_​TarryAna stared through the car wind­shield at the dark omi­nous clouds that were form­ing ahead. She had known it was going to rain and yet had stub­bornly left her umbrella at home, deter­mined not to be a slave to the weather.

"How's that work­ing for you?", she mut­tered to herself.

She glanced quickly into the back seat at the paper gro­cery bags, hop­ing she could make it home before it started to pour.

Maybe she would call John and have him meet her at a restau­rant where they could pass away the time while the storm passed.

_​TarryAna stood and stared out the win­dow, refus­ing to look at the mound of gro­ceries piled on the table. As of yet she hadn't decided what exactly she was going to do about the fact that her room­mate John has just spent their entire bud­get on milk, eggs and bread.

She could see the bags reflected in the glass. They hadn't man­aged to dis­ap­pear despite her fevered attempts to wish them away.

"Seri­ously? You bought 5 gal­lons of milk and 3 loaves of bread and how many dozen eggs?"

"6."

"6! What were you thinking?"

"Well," replied John as he whim­pered, "It's what you do when there is a snow storm"

"It makes no sense. What are we going to do with all that food."

"But," John whim­pered again (why did she find that cute?), "It's what peo­ple do!"

Despite her best efforts to stay mad she smiled and walked over to the dis­traught John, wrap­ping him with her arms and plan­ing a giant kiss on his cheek.

"We'll just eat lots of french toast," she said smil­ing as she leaned back and looked into his eyes.

"For­give me?"

"Of course! Help me crack the eggs?"

Wally returned to his chair, feel­ing much relieved from his trip to the bath­room, won­der­ing if he would ever get used to not leav­ing the com­puter for hours at a time.

As he glanced at his screen he noticed that the tav­ern was empty save his avatar _​TarryAna who was sit­ting partly slumped in a chair as if sleeping.

"Bas­tards left with­out me!"

Quickly grab­bing his mouse he tapped the space­bar to unpause the game, caus­ing _​TarryAna to quickly jump up and draw her sword on the screen. The fact that she had been sit­ting when he arrived but stand­ing when he had paused the game reg­is­tered for a split sec­ond before he issued a quick flurry of com­mands on the key­board, caus­ing the elfin avatar to charge out the tav­ern door utter­ing a gut­teral bat­tle cry.

He sud­denly had an odd crav­ing for french toast.

© 2010 - 2011, anthony. All rights reserved.