Fuck Me- — Come On Grandpa-

And so began the most unlikely Saturday of the year.

He pulled out a yellowed sheet of paper. "Listen to this. She wrote it for my fortieth birthday. It’s a poem called 'Ode to My Husband's Snoring.'" Come on grandpa- fuck me-

And last week, when the TV froze on a spinning wheel of doom, Maya threw her hands up. "It's broken!" And so began the most unlikely Saturday of the year

"Come on, grandpa," Maya said, offering her hand. " Maya said