Uh Oh. Tex is up late, probably servicing the wife. Starting this thread was like his after-sex cigarette. He's feeling good about things, but a little lazy in that post-sex hazy glow.

But then the wife starts in on him. "Dammit, Tex, when you going to finish trimming the trees and cleaning the windows like I asked you to? When are we going on that Cabo vacation? When are you going to stop spending so much time on your computer, looking at football crap?"

Reality sets in:

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