Sunday, September 7, 2008


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."

Jewelry partyIt 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 guess.

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.


  1. was this jessie's party? ask mama she will know. and if it was, tell her we (me and stacie) are going to one on the 15 of nov. it will be at marquett's house, tell mama we went to see her last weekend, marquett that is.


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