A couple of weeks ago, Harry came home happier than a fishworm who escaped the tin can.
"Look what I got!" he called out in glee.
I had to contain myself from leaping for joy at the sight of him holding a piece of paper. But hey, I'm game. I took the bait.
"What, Dear Heart? What do you have?" I asked in wifely interest. OK. Maybe I didn't show that much wifely interest.
"I got my lifetime fishing license!" He could barely keep from dancing around the kitchen island.
I left cleaning a dirty toilet bowl for this?
"I take it this is a pretty big deal?"