Talking Heads

This morning, Lisa handed me the Bo and told me to take him out to pee.
“Wait, I have to get his leash.” I opened the coat closet which is a place we have never stored his leash. Lisa looked at me funny.
“What are you doing?”
“My god!…what have I done? This is not my beautiful house! This is not my beautiful wife? How did I get here?”
“Oh, Donna! It’s same as it ever was…same as it ever was… Now take Bo to pee!”