It Was a Belly-Binge Kind of Day

It’s not often that a day goes my way. Occasionally, I have a day that focuses on my desires and me. It was a Monday evening right after supper and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were watching TV. “Oh,” my wife said, “by the way, the girls and I are going to […]

It Was a Belly-Binge Kind of Day

It’s not often that a day goes my way. Occasionally, I have a day that focuses on my desires and me. It was a Monday evening right after supper and the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I were watching TV. “Oh,” my wife said, “by the way, the girls and I are going to go thrift store shopping all day tomorrow.” At first, I was a little stunned. I wasn’t quite sure why she was telling me this. It’s not like she needs my permission to go thrift store shopping as long as she doesn’t take my truck. But, being the veteran husband I am, I did not ask any questions. I have found that after a long marriage as I have had, that when you ask a question you will get an answer. Most of the time, the answer is not what you really want to hear. So, I keep my questions to the very minimum to say the least. And usually, I do say the least.

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