Windy, I'm hurt. I thought there was something there between us. You seemed like the perfect old gal to wash the dishes, clean the house, cook, raise the kids we would have in the future, bring me beers, made sammiches for the guys when I had guy's night, know your place, obey at all times, bake cakes, wash the cars, mow the lawn, and other odds and ends around the house. BUT, forget it. Ya blew it! Capiche?
