How You Can Tell That I Really Do Love My Husband
The kids? Keeping the house? The backrubs? Making sure work clothes are ready? Healthy meals? Nagging about doctor's appointments? 11 years of devotion? HA! All child's play in comparison. ;)
On December 28th, tickets for the Charger's playoff Game 1 went on sale. On behalf of myself, Mark and BIL, I got online while simultaneously on the cellphone to obtain three tickets. No dice. As it turned out, the tickets sold out in under an hour, as there were only 8,000 of them available. I resigned myself to watching the game at home, since I was not willing to pay some ridiculous scalper price for tickets - a prospect that was looking even better because of the predicted rain for game day.
On our way home from Santa Barbara, BIL called. To let us know that he'd purchased 2 tickets to Game 1, on eBay. For more than face value but not in a mortgage-the-house kind of way. Which is great news, except that there are only two tickets. For three Charger fans. Two of whom are, shall we say, fair-weather fans. Those would be the fans of the male persuation, thankyouverymuch. BIL actually said to me "Hey, sorry about that. I'm sure that Mark will bring you a nice souvenir".
Now, I *could* say that I'm going to go ahead and go to the game - being the life-long fan and all. I could get really darn pissy about BIL purchasing a ticket, without asking, at a pretty high cost and assuming that it was OK for Mark to go with him/without me, since we'd already had that particular conversation with BIL and he knew it was Not OK. I could bring Chloe with me, and make BIL squirm while I nurse her in a crowd of 80,000 fans. I could ask SIL to send their 18mo along with BIL as well. I could pump and leave the girls here with Mark. I could say that SIL & I should get to go while the guys keep all five kids and attempt to watch the game while caring for them.
But I will not. I am sending Mark to the game, and I am doing it nicely. I will watch the game here (but I am ordering some damn good pizza!), and I will be happy with whatever souvenir Mark brings back. I will allow Mark to have a nice outing with his only sibling. I will, however, take the gift certificate for a massage that was supposed to go to Mark (for his new job) and use it myself. =}
On December 28th, tickets for the Charger's playoff Game 1 went on sale. On behalf of myself, Mark and BIL, I got online while simultaneously on the cellphone to obtain three tickets. No dice. As it turned out, the tickets sold out in under an hour, as there were only 8,000 of them available. I resigned myself to watching the game at home, since I was not willing to pay some ridiculous scalper price for tickets - a prospect that was looking even better because of the predicted rain for game day.
On our way home from Santa Barbara, BIL called. To let us know that he'd purchased 2 tickets to Game 1, on eBay. For more than face value but not in a mortgage-the-house kind of way. Which is great news, except that there are only two tickets. For three Charger fans. Two of whom are, shall we say, fair-weather fans. Those would be the fans of the male persuation, thankyouverymuch. BIL actually said to me "Hey, sorry about that. I'm sure that Mark will bring you a nice souvenir".
Now, I *could* say that I'm going to go ahead and go to the game - being the life-long fan and all. I could get really darn pissy about BIL purchasing a ticket, without asking, at a pretty high cost and assuming that it was OK for Mark to go with him/without me, since we'd already had that particular conversation with BIL and he knew it was Not OK. I could bring Chloe with me, and make BIL squirm while I nurse her in a crowd of 80,000 fans. I could ask SIL to send their 18mo along with BIL as well. I could pump and leave the girls here with Mark. I could say that SIL & I should get to go while the guys keep all five kids and attempt to watch the game while caring for them.
But I will not. I am sending Mark to the game, and I am doing it nicely. I will watch the game here (but I am ordering some damn good pizza!), and I will be happy with whatever souvenir Mark brings back. I will allow Mark to have a nice outing with his only sibling. I will, however, take the gift certificate for a massage that was supposed to go to Mark (for his new job) and use it myself. =}