It all started a few hours ago. Mom and Dad had a romantic dinner as Dad has been gone a LOT on a big project for work. There was yummy smelling food that Dad cooked for her, candles and wine. Mom made silly. giggling noises and Dad was smiling a lot. Then it was time for "take the dog out". Our house is in the city but it's in a deep, wooded lot that has all sorts of critters living in it and around the empty half lot with lots of trees on one side of the driveway and sometimes coming into the smaller fenced part on the other side of the driveway their way to the park. There in the back corner, I did my favorite roll in the grass, but it was even better as it was "roll in the smell" as something was deader back there in the dark. I'm not sure WHAT it was, there was just a big, smelly stain in the grass and I rolled in it good.
And not just ANY Tank, but the "Donk". Don' laugh - go to Amazon and you can get your own. Now, I know what you're thinking. Many of you have fallen trap to the "purchased the first tank you saw", just wanting to get your better half something for that special night and get out of the store as quickly as possible only to have her roll her eyes and tell you the insurgents are going to take that thing out with a home made Mortar in 5 minutes and her friend Mary's husband spent three months salary and got her a bigger one.
Hurry - The Matron is downstairs folding laundry - she'll never catch us!