Time for a Trip
I approached my wife with a little trepidation. I don’t know why.
I should have no worries asking her about the fun things I want to do. We understand that parts of our personality differ so we might each want to strike out on our own at times.
This works out for me both ways. I get to run off and have my fun, and I don’t have to go see “Les Miserables” and things like that.
But, this time, I had some concerns. So I just asked the question and hoped nothing bad would happen.
“Do you mind if I plan a trip to Vegas for myself to cash in my winning ticket?”
She looked at me funny for a second before saying something I never expected to hear.
“What winning ticket?”