Mostly True Memoirs
I visited the art museum the other day.
There is a Monet exhibit that I wanted to see.
Bob refused to come with me.
Apparently I have tried his last nerve.
He’s done being dragged to cultural events.
Big sigh…
I pointed out that if I was his date rather than his wife, he would eagerly accompany me to the museum.
He laughed and laughed and laughed.
This, I informed him, is why boyfriends are better than husbands.
It is also why sisters are better than husbands.
However, I don’t have any sisters nearby.
I took myself to the art museum alone.
And I had a surprisingly wonderful time.
No one bugged me.
No one urged me to hurry up.
No one complained that they were hungry.
I could take as long as I wanted.
But don’t tell Bob that I enjoyed myself.
He feels kind of bad that he ditched me.
I’m gonna milk it.
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