Lance won the trophy last night for coming in SECOND place at the go karting outing they had at work. Apparently, FIRST place was even BIGGER. I feel sorry for that wife.
The funniest thing is, this morning, gazing at the symbol of glory that is now gracing our kitchen counter top, my husband tells me that his arms and neck are a little sore. Ha!
But, mostly what I want to know, does this make me a trophy wife? No? Sadly, I guess that means we won't be able to keep it then. Shucks.
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