The Wife often puts up with stuff from me.
Like going to baseball games.
Oh, she likes baseball okay. Just not as big a fan of the games as am I.
Traveling to the games is fine for her; she likes the travel better than I, while I like the games better than the travel.
But, every now and then, I have to return the favor.
Like the other day.
We were heading to a football game -- nephew plays for a local high school -- but had to "make a stop first."
It was a Jewelry Party. Or something like that.
A friend of hers from work was hosting a party for another lady's jewelry sales.
I guess, sort of like a Tupperware Party.
I've never been to a Tupperware Party, but I assume it's something like that.
I didn't complain.
After all, it's not that often that I have to put up with those things.
She puts up with all my silly stuff, so I can certainly put up with hers.
I'm just lucky she's not keeping count. I'd owe her plenty.
Unless... she is keeping score. Then I'm screwed.