11F finally made it to the shop today.
ZM showed up with it.
Apparently she wasn’t kidding about staying.
Thankfully she didn’t come straight from customs.
Gave me time to clean the house and get one of the spare bedrooms ready.
Or at least make the place look halfway livable.
She walked in, looked around, gave me a dirty look.
I just said:
“Now you know why I’m divorced.”
Barely got a smirk out of her.
Then she disappeared into the spare bedroom.
Couple minutes later she came back out in jeans and a t-shirt, looked at me and just said:
“Feed me.”