I called Jason yesterday evening to check on him and the kids. "HORSES DON'T WEAR PURSES!" is how he answered the phone.
Horses don't wear purses? He was arguing with Lu. They were in Hobby Lobby, getting supplies to make her stick horse for the kindergarten rodeo, and she was plying him with other things to buy. Carting two children through Hobby Lobby before dinner is my idea of hell. I bid him goodnight and returned to the lovely wine and weather I was enjoying at the Hotel San Jose with some out-of-town coworkers. I mean, technically I was "working." But what Jason was doing sounded like a lot more work.