Surely being a candidate for mayor doesn’t allow a guy to creep on another guy’s wife at election time, especially when it might show him up.
Bill Daley sent my wife a Valentine’s Day card.
What’s up with that?
I’ve never heard of such a thing.
Surely being a candidate for mayor doesn’t allow a guy to creep on another guy’s wife at election time, especially when it might show him up.
What if I had forgotten to get my wife a Valentine’s card?
OK, so I did forget.
Well, I didn’t forget exactly. I just remembered a little late.
And when I went to the convenience store in our building late Wednesday night after my wife had gone to bed, I learned to my chagrin that they don’t sell greeting cards, which is hardly my fault.
So I had to settle for a very tiny heart-shaped cheesecake with some sort of red berry sauce on top.
That’s as good as a card, isn’t it? I can promise you it sure cost as much.
I know I’d rather get a tiny cheesecake than a card any day, which must be why my wife looked in the refrigerator Thursday morning and commented that I must have bought it for myself.
I’ve got to admit that if she doesn’t eat it, I probably will. No sense letting food go to waste.
