Every day, I wait for the mail truck to show up. I come out in my bathrobe, and open the door. There are two problems with my daily routine.
1) There's no mail for me.
and
2) The person coming from the mail truck isn't Robin.
I have nothing under the bathrobe, as I'm expecting Robin to show up.
I expect her to show up and I just rip off my bathrobe ala Hulkamania, and send her off to Chrisdekoningland, where we have sex riding on a unicorn, and bacon falls from the sky.
Okay, I've had too much wine. Nite guys.