We went to the supermarket today, and Frank wore this shirt that was given to him by my brother-in-law(my sister’s husband). It reminds me of the days during the first year of our marriage, when we fought because of his obsession with his “teams” while playing. Not one game on TV would he miss , dinner must have to wait and chores were worked around the time of the game. The one thing that really irked me the most was when I’d say something and he would give me “that look” because he didn’t want to be disturbed.
Well, those were the days. It was quickly nipped in the bud.