26.4.07

Worst. Wife. Ever.

Dear Diary,

The BHE's brother buys him baseball tickets every year for his birthday. And every year it's on a weeknight, and every year it rains. And every year I really wish that the BHE had friends who were baseball fans rather than pasty vinyl nerds who make charts detailing the strengths and weaknesses of various vintage guitars.

Because then I wouldn't have to go to these games with him and pretend to be interested. zzz.

Love, Fluffy