It’s the “Good Wife Award”! I knew I was entitled to that! My good friend, Sheryl, made it for me . . not my husband who was floating down the White River fishing and taking in the scenery while I was swatting wasps, discussing my hot flashes with Bubba, spraying Lysol in the non-working air conditioner that smelled like dead fish and threatening to pack and leave . . only I didn’t have a vehicle. But, thank you, Sheryl!
Now, I think I’m entitled to . . a million dollars! Getting that Good Wife Award was pretty easy . . let’s see how the million dollar request goes.