#543

I hand over the splitter in such a way as our hands do not collide, and they inevitably do. I can't take old lady hands. Skeletal, arthritis-ridden hands are like a corpse. I feel ill when it happens. How Brian can give her hugs and kiss her cheek is beyond me. Younger women are fine. It's the old ladies I can't stand. Don't touch my food and don't touch my hands. Hmm...that ain't to say I don't love her to death. I just like to love her from a distance.