Turning Thirty

Introduction

I decided to reignite the spark in our marriage exactly two weeks before I turned thirty. It happened the day I found the cowboy in our bed. He had been there for three days and neither of us had noticed him.

I mean, he wasn't a real cowboy; he was a toy of my nephew's which shouted 'yeehaw' when you shook him. The point was that he had stayed nestled in the middle of our bed where I'd hidden him from the dog and then forgotten about him. Sam and I had slept so separately for at least three nights that we hadn't even felt him there between us, never mind done any kind of shaking to set him off