Tired...long day. Said hello/goodnight and went upstairs to bed.10-15 minutes or so later we started to say goodby to our friend and my wife announced...she was going upstairs to say goodnight to Russ. All 3 of us were buzzed pretty good so I told her to hurry up. Had to work next morning.Sat down with our friend for what began to seem forever. Where the hell is she? Waited a little longer. After about 15 minutes all told, I decided to go see what's up.Coming up the stairs, I began to hear. Even after cleaning up in the living room, there’s no signs of life from the bedroom, and I sigh and decide to wash what dishes need being washed. Buck, your big black Labrador retriever, has been up and down several times in the morning, padding in and out of the bedroom even before I got up, and now that I’ve been working in another part of the house, he’s kept me company, or at least not bothered to return to his rug, on your side of the bed. He wanders back at forth through the dog-door. They continued chatting on and off for a few months all of us wishing we didn't live so far apart when Neil told us of a potential trip that his friend was planning to watch the Scotland wales rugby match that would enable him to come to Cardiff .We kept in touch and we were told the trip would take place and Neil was coming down Emma was so excited about it she couldn't wait to meet him eventually the time came and we arranged to meet Neil at the hotel they were staying at when we arrived. I must have made a sound, because she turned and her face lit up. The relief in my stomach was palpable."Hi. I was just about to come get you," she said. "Can't start the day on an empty stomach."She loved to eat. Of course she needed a lot of fuel to keep that body going.She put down the spatula and came to kiss me. I was intimately aware that I probably had morning breath, but she had been married a long time and knew how to kiss without that being a problem. Her mons pressed against mine.