big big deal

Poor Steve. He had to work tonight--the night his fantasy baseball draft had been scheduled. And there was nothin' he could do about it. But miracle of miracles, folks.
He actually let me do his draft.

You heard me. Now granted, there were pre-rankings involved and I had him on the phone in a panic a few times and his league peeps were very gracious to the clueless wife- even going so far as to giving her a prompt when Greasy Gnomes was up to select. But I did it and husband is happy with his beloved team so this chick is going to bed happy too. Dizzy but happy.

I think this was a real turning point in our marriage :)

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