After playing the mean wife so convincingly on Saturday
(and sharing my marital faux pas with the whole wide world)
I thought I'd better redeem myself on Sunday.
I thought I should show Hubby that I can actually be there
when he needs some support, encouragement or a push.
Magoo and I ventured down to the coastal finish of a 17km paddling event
that Hubby was racing in.
I couldn't run the risk of having him locking himself in a bathroom
so far from home, really, could I?
It was quite the stretch -
heading down to my old stomping ground of Cottesloe Beach.
The ugliness of it all was just a cross I had to bear.
From the sky, to the sand, to the bronzed bodies
- my eyes were assaulted at every turn.
But I soldiered on.
'Cause I'm a good wife like that.
I didn't laugh (out loud) once.
Not even when Magoo had a massive meltdown at Hubby post-race in front of his mates because he "neeeeeded some food wif butter on it, Daddy."
|Butter wouldn't melt.|
Well, not some food with butter on it, anyway!
Hope you had a beautiful weekend.
Were you a martyr too?
I'm double dipping in linkys today.
Point + Shoot-ing with Lou @ Sunny + Scout
Wonderful Weekend-ing with Sonia @ Life, Love and Hiccups.