In this case someone, probably my daughter, tipped her off, and I was fed hot tongue and cold shoulder for what seemed an eternity.
My sole defense, thanks to Foobella, was that I was going, with a smile.
Of course I'm speaking of the Marvin Hamlish ordeal, on St. Patrick's Day.
The ducats were for Mrs. T and a guest only. No trades, no substitutes. She had to go, present a picture ID, and a guest if she could dig one up. It had to be her.
So who spent the day, and the week, curled up with her nebulizer?
She couldn't go, and I was gypped.
We later talked to friends who went. They expected to get out of there long by 7 pm, having time left to partake of at least some of the days festivities, as there would be no leaving the taping early. They left a little after midnight. Whatever enjoyment they had, was lost somewhere along the way.
BOA may have blinked, although nothing has been settled yet. I'll let you know.
Each year I wager #1 son $1,000,000, double or nothing, per game for each of KU's basketball games. By the end of the Big 12 Tourney I'm out half a billion dollars or so. By the second week of the NCAA tourney I'm even. Happens every year.
Whatever hit my bride
Has laid the dogs and I low as well. We are almost on the mend, so tomorrow may have some substance. As well, everyone is finally safely home from Australia. Thank you Ozzies for taking such good care of them.
Be well, enjoy the first week of spring.