The Most Dreaded Request
I’m not looking forward to the drive home tonight. Well, not so much the drive as the “errand” on the way.
Here’s the text exchange between theWife and I this afternoon:
For a minute there I thought I had wriggled out of it.
She didn’t buy it.
Things only got worse from there:
Most days I am just so glad I am a boy.
Today is not most days.