Oh Dear! The wife awoke this morning and announced that she would like to tour the 3 Thrift stores in the area, looking for a new picture for the wall in her office, and she would like me
to accompany her. I reluctantly
agreed to this torture, ("*whine
* Honey, do I gotta? ") provided that her concession would be that I get tomorrow afternoon to go shooting and can put off chores until later. She agreed. So, I must go do this arduous task of strolling around Thrift stores (oh, the horror!), but in return for my suffering, I do get rewarded later.