My wife had provided me with specific instructions.  When I arrived home, I needed to heat up dinner and have it ready around 6 PM.  Easy peasy.  No problem.

As I got the stove top and oven started, I turned on the radio.  The familiar voice of Prince spilled from the radio, “You don’t have to be beautiful to turn me on…”  Oh what a blessing, the song had just started.  “You just leave it all up to me, I’m gonna show you what it’s all about.”  I turned up the radio.  Loud.

Really?  At this point, how could anyone resist singing along, while dancing around the kitchen?  “You don’t have to be rich to be my girl…”  My 13-year-old son, who was relaxing on the nearby couch seemed to fain indifference, as he was torn between asking me to stop and wanting to see the clown show continue.  “You don’t have to be cool to rule my world.”

Just then the door burst open.  My wife was home.  Early.  5:45 PM.  Fifteen minutes early.  “Ain’t no particular sign I’m more compatible with…”  Somewhat startled by the pre-dinner show in the kitchen, my beautiful and punctual bride looked at us and noted, “Now, I know what party takes place, before I get home.”

Yep my dear, now you know our antics.  Why don’t you come on over, because the truth is “I just want your extra time and your…  kiss.”