In an age when fantasy drafts are rescheduled for "Idols Live" concerts, and wives' birthday dinners, Mrs. Poop allowed me to do a draft for Master Bates on our second anniversary.
We had planned a dinner (our first night out) for our anniversary and asked my parents to babysit Chase and Diesel. It would be our first night out in weeks.
But then Master Bates called and said he couldn't do his draft and could I draft for him at 8pm.
Mrs. Poop said it was no problem, we'd just go to an early dinner.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
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That is why I love your wifey too. The 2 of us were made from the same mold if I do say so myself!
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