Saturday, May 12, 2012
I rushed home with it, anxious to show it to She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, once again illustrating what a good provider I am when I put my mind to it.
She didn’t even know what it was. Can you imagine? She also wasn’t as enthusiastic about it as I. So just to keep the peace, I agreed to sell it. Maybe someday she’ll gain an appreciation of fine art, but I doubt it.
