Friday, May 9, 2008

And the Wife of the Year Award goes to...

me. Or perhaps more accurately, Marketer Jim. You see, thanks to Marketer Jim, I went to an open house at a local care facility yesterday and entered a raffle drawing. I never win raffle drawings.

Until now. The planets aligned, and I won.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how I find myself clutching two Jazz playoff tickets in my sweaty little palms at this very moment. Or at least I would be clutching them if I weren't typing instead with the tickets safely stashed away in my purse.

Surprising my Jazz-fever inflicted Husband was fabulous. When I told him I had a surprise for him, he immediately began having chest pain and a panic attack: I think he thought I was going to tell him about a baby in my tummy or something. (I'm not pregnant, by the by. Just a little padded 'round the midsection. I let him sweat it out a little, though, just for laughs.)

So hip hip hooray for the Jazz, and three cheers for Marketer Jim, 2008 Wife of the Year.

Pictures to follow.

2 comments:

mary elizabeth said...

Seriously?? That is so exciting! Vince almost got to go -- one of Gwens friend had tickets they couldn't use, so they gave them to Gwen, but then told her the friends dad wanted them. So, needless to say Vince was totally bummed!

Playoff games are so exciting, and this one is soooo important tonight. You might want to bring ear plugs, it gets loud! ;)

Davis Hansen said...

So. Jealous.