D is for Dice… again… but different.

We walk out to the car for date night and, just after I hold your door for you to get in the car, you look up at me, flash this over-the-top cartoonish innocent look, and tell me “oh, shoot. I forgot. Could you please go grab your dice?

Crap.

I start to ask questions, but before I can do anything more than take in a breath, you look at me, put your finger to your lips, and “shhhhhh….”

Continue reading “D is for Dice… again… but different.”