My wife is planning an exciting vacation to celebrate our 35th wedding anniversary. This was a big surprise to me. Not the vacation part, but the 35 years. I thought it was 34.
Right now she is on the back porch, the patio table stacked high with books and brochures, notepad in hand, preparing for her next Internet search. She has made me look at photos and videos of Rome, Venice, Marseille and Monaco.
I’m not sure why we are even going. I’ve already seen everything I want to see. Plus, I’m taking her to Olive Garden tonight. Are women ever satisfied?