" Dave "And as long as we're on that subject. I wish I understood women." Gene "Hmmm. Okay I got it. The solution is in my head. Just one last thing, ...re you sure these are the wishes you want." Dave "Oh yeah, consider me an impulse buyer cause I'm good to go." Gene "Okay, then click to proceed, and prepare yourself cause here it goes!" The genie twirled about with his arms, and Dave prepared for some magical poof or other pyrotechnic. But none came. Dave, "What's the deal." Gene, "Worry not. ‘Later, Don Juan. Go fix your children breakfast.’ ‘Yes dear,’ I replied with a smirk of my own. ‘And get the cat out of the food bag please, before she barfs it all over the floor,’ she added as I pulled my shirt over my head. She disappeared into our bathroom. There is nothing like the word ‘barf’ to kill your amorous intentions. Sighing, I went downstairs to face the day. Judging from the sounds of cat hurcking, my day was starting with cat barf, instead of sex with the most amazing. Would you guys be willing to pay for that? Maybe we should try to go as a group."It was decided that they would have to skip work the rest of the week. Trent volunteered to contact Sarah and find out who the psychiatrist was.By Friday, the original story told to the kids was not wearing very well. All three women had had to field requests to call Dad and questions about why he had not called them. None of the men would normally let two days of a trip go by without some conversation with their. They would sit at their round oak kitchen table and watch the blue jays, yellow-headed finches and occasionally, doves, come to the feeder. He loved the way the birds made her smile as they watched quietly. “Oh, look,” she’d say, “what’s the name of that bird?” Max could see by her squinting eyes she was straining to remember, trying to form the words, but they wouldn’t come through her pursed lips. “That’s a dove.” “Dove, yes, that’s it, a dove.” Her eyes widened as she nodded. A small.