Tonight Jordan sat down to write out the invitations to Jessica's shower, and like any trained husband, I offered to help. I mean, I don't have to stare unblinkingly at the TV for the entire basketball game! You know, I was thinking maybe I could begin this Lenten season with actions of kindness to my wife and instead of watching her write out all 25 invitations, I could help cut time in half and fill-in-the-blank myself....
Instead, she looked at me with that wicked smile of hers and says, "Maybe you can help put invitations in the envelopes."
WHAT? I'm sorry, am I not worthy to be a part of this for my sister? Should I refrain from drinking around them as well? Is the air safe to breathe? I mean, I know I'm a scientist, but I didn't think my handwriting had deteriorated into chicken-scratch yet, I think that happens after the PhD :)
Ah well, I can't complain too much, now I get to kick back and watch the game without any disturbance!
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