Just a little story
It's 4:30 p.m. Time to check the mail. As usual, my wife is taking a nap before getting up to watch some TV. My heart starts to beat a little fast. Palms become sweaty. Temperature rises. Today could be the day the card I ordered might arrive in the mailbox, and I better get there before my wife wakes up, or I won't have enough time to hide it before she sees it. I think to myself, " she's 5 foot 3, 168 pounds soaking wet, and I'm scared to death of her."I have to get to the mailbox before she has a chance. If she intercepts the latest card I've ordered, then it will result in yet another scolding of mass proportions. She will say "we are on a budget, how many times do I have to tell you, no more cards this month"! So I sneak out the back door as usual, and make my way to the mailbox. I get there just as the mail man is driving off. I open the box, and there it is, my latest purchase from Ebay. I rush to the back door, and slip inside. "Where can I stash this one, I'm starting to run out of hiding places. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I turn around and there she is. Busted cold. The rest of the story is pretty obvious. Yet another 30 minute scolding. As of now, I am on card ordering probation. I will have to be monitored 24/7. Of course my probation officer is my wife, or as I like to call her, "The goalie", because not much gets past her.