Tom arrived back into St. Louis for an early thanksgiving this last Sunday. He was a little forlorn in the idea that Megan wasn't going to be joining him until Wednesday afternoon, but she had work and meetings and what was he to do. He called friends, organized dinners, did whatever he could to make the time go faster until Megan was to arrive.
Tuesday night, Tom and his family welcomed their dear friends, Maura, Phil and their lovely daughter Cosi over for a dinner. We were all having a great time, talking, having a couple of drinks, enjoying seeing one another and catching up. It was after the salad course that Tom heard a noise that struck him as awfully familiar. It was a chiming noise that generally is followed by...whoomp...it hit him...Butter's nose that is. His dog Butter, who had been residing in Lawrence, had managed not only to find her way to St. Louis but also to firmly plant her nose right into his crotch under the table!
It hit him hard and fast that he had been had. Megan had tricked him and everyone had been in on it. Megan came in a day early and surprised him. It was wonderful, and it felt like the world melted away as he held her in his arms, trying his best to absorb her through an embrace. It had been far, far too long.
He has promised to never do that again.
Lala
TBW&MJL
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