Last night, we went to a jell-o wrestling party. We had to bail early, but not before the wife and I duked it in a grudge match. The wife won. She's the one who pulled all the dirty moves. (Go, Jen!) Her winning opportunity: I got laughing so hard my belly ached.
Hers Truly got into the jell-o, too. She did not want to leave. She caused far less havock in the jell-o than we presupposed.
I was also very "good" at the party. One person, who was starting his own photography business, showed me his pics. *uugh* But I was a good critic and kept my mouth shut.
Today, it's working about the house while the wife is at church. I've started with cleaning up sticks and pruning.