I'm sitting here upstairs feeling like Doctor Sheldon Cooper. My wife is talking to one of her online mates.I'm being annoyed because I can't find, on-line, the Greco picture that her and I got thrown out of our national gallery for.
We didn't realize. I think that I was winning about the brush-strokes, she may have had a case about the meaning. We maybe made a bit of noise. The staff who ushered us out were pleasant.
Tonight I had to drop the bombshell—Murray had won, Sunday was off. Didn't go down well. It seems that nothing that I can promise will compensate for a part of my life that she hadn't actually cornered.
My wife always wins.
Except for this time, I'm going to watch every point. I'm utterly saddened about the state of my head but...
"Come on Andy!"
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Does your wife not like tennis? Man, I hope Murray can do it. I can't believe Djokovic lost to Federer though.New comment
Hey Sheldor...you gots thrown out of the National Gallery..cool!.rebel!
Peace
Anthony.