It's that time of year again and I'm mourning the loss of my ability to have weekends free of anything football. The draft for Rob's fantasy football team happened a couple of weeks ago and for some reason I felt compelled to inquire if he'd like to be involved in another league. It was during a moment of weakness. I had missed last week's episode of Project Runway *and* I realized at 7:00am that we only had decaffeinated coffee in the house. When Rob later mentioned that the draft for this other team would take place at 7:30pm, I was elated!
"Oh good! that means you'll have time to give Grace her bath," I blurted.
"Why yes Cinderelli you can go to the ball after all your chores are done," Rob retorted.
Me: [roll the eyes].
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