Sunday, October the 13th, will mark the fortieth anniversary of my wife’s birth. Guess who cares? She doesn’t. That’s why I planned a surprise birthday gift, providing her first class escort service to the University of Washington Medical Center where she could receive her monthly medical treatment. “Go Dawgs!” Isn’t that terrific?
I guess that wasn’t enough. Exhausted and hungry, my wife only wished to go home after receiving medical care. When someone mentions those two words, “exhausted and hungry”, the first thing I do is take them to a bowling alley. I had such a wonderful time picking out a 13 pound ball for her while she tried to hold back the food. It was the best and last frozen pizza we ever had.
My wife’s mother sent her flowers and a balloon. That was sweet. However, it doesn’t compete with a son-in -law taking her daughter to the hospital, followed by a therapeutic session of bowling. As a gentleman, I even found her a pair of fungus-free bowling shoes. Bowlers. We are so snobby.