John, sweetheart that he is, told me this morning that because I am not feeling well, he would rather stay home and take care of me than go watch a bunch of millionaires drive in circles with a group of old farts. (He had a ticket to go see the races in Dover with his dad and friends.) Bless his heart!
Well, it's the end of the day now. I won't go into the gory details, but I feel pretty safe in saying that our marriage is truly the epitome of the phrase, "It's the thought that counts."
6 years ago