Yesterday’s post was a picture instead of a heart warming tale becuase I was pouting. After talking with MK (and CH!) about possibly scalping tickets to MNF – he got one for free. So I let him go, Mr. Doesn’t Even Watch Football, and I stayed home and sulked.
There was no food in the house, I had no car, and after the gym I just sat around and watched the game on TV and pouted. I suppose I could have met friends out, but then I would have had nothing to complain about…
He sent me a phone picture of his fantastic seats, right on the 50 yard line:
He was all in VIP in the luxury seats with a waitress and fancy drinks and food. And got home well past bed time and wasn’t even all hyped up to tell me all about it, and the pictures he took with the real camera while there weren’t that fantastic – I blame the margaritas.