Guess who it was.

It was some guy named Pete who wanted to talk to my spouse about the Bible. I heard this from behind the bedroom door. My spouse is genetically predisposed to be nice to religious fanatics around the holidays. I wasn't dressed for company. There was nothing I could do but stay in the bedroom and ride out the storm.

My spouse talked to Pete for a little while and then gave him permission to return at a later date so that they could kick it Christian-style some more. So of course, a couple of weeks later, Pete showed up with a friend. My spouse was too nice to send them away. Either that or he really did have an interest in what they had to say. I don't know and I don't want to know.

Kevin, Pete, and Striped Kitty

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