Well things were going great until my wife's sister came by today. Telling Jean that she got flowers, candy, and a candle
light supper at a nice restaurant. After she left I tried to explain what the flowers cost, that would be dead in 3 days. That
the candy would make her fat and that she was a better cook than any restaurant in the country. It seemed like she
wasn't even listening. I don't know why in the world people can't tend to their own business and let me tend to mine. Man.