I went to a fly-fishing banquet tonight. I sat at a table of men (except BJ) I had never met until last night. There was an auction. At some point during the night, I heard every single one of them (except BJ) say, "I would LOVE to buy that, but my wife would never let me..."
One was a painting... His wife would never let him hang it in the house that they share. He thought about putting it in his office, because at least he had some place that was his...
It made me sad.
Sad for the men that can't buy or have a painting that they like, because their wife doesn't. Sad for the women that don't even know what their husbands like, because their own likes are so important. Sad, because the way the men talked it was like they were getting a break from prison by being at this banquet without their wives there... Which sucks for ALL of them.
I have no more thoughts on the subject. Just felt sad, and felt like writing about it.
On a different note...
I won a hat and a sweatshirt. Not as cool as the guided trip, but cool enough.