Wow, did they take those words to heart. On May 5, 2011, our ship was in Key West and I was graced with cell phone service for the first time all week. Upon calling home, Bill told me that he had taken the boys to the Optimist Club meeting and that they behaved very well (humph, I thought to myself -- kind of unusual). Then the “good news” was sprung on me. Bill was elected VICE-PRESIDENT of the Optimist Club.
Are you crazy? And, what happened to -- can you keep an eye on my husband? An eye on him -- not your grubby hands. So now its official -- my husband and my money go to the local Optimist Club. It has finally happened; we are completely out of days of the week.