CVH had to take a quick trip out of town this weekend. I went to pick her up at the airport, and when I hoisted her bag into the car I remarked that it didn’t seem anywhere that heavy when I dropped her off the day before. Well, when we got home, she had me sit down at the dining room table while she showed me what she had brought back, which explained why the bag seemed to weigh so much more.
Regular readers of this blog (should they be called “unicorns”?) know that I have a real fondness for Memphis barbecue. Turns out that she had to switch planes in Memphis and picked up a few pounds of pulled pork, some sauce, and a rack of ribs while she was there! I am truly blessed with such a wife.