The other day when I wrote about our excursion to the Greek restaurant Niko Niko’s, I got Wifezilla’s birthday wrong. I said it was the 11th and it’s actually the 10th. Hell hath no fury like a wife’s birthday confused.
I really do know it’s the 10th and almost always manage to coordinate presents and cake and decorations on the appropriate day. But pesky Veteran’s Day interferes and now Wifezilla is on the rampage, destroying key American infrastructure as we speak. She’s on CNN as I write this, swatting F-15s out of the sky as she levels downtown Houston.
Who knew she actually read the blog?