Mrs. Ray came back here for Sunday supper. After dinner we moved to the couch for the usual conversation. Mrs. Ray started right out with an incident that for the life of me I can't recall, but she says happened.
We had gone to Disneyland with her son's family, including her grandson, "Mark". We had purchased the two hotel rooms for both families. "June" was to buy the D-land tickets. (Two hotel rooms come in about the same as four Mouse House tix.) Instead, Mrs. Ray had gotten a better price though the Credit Union. That's OK by me! When we all got together, June gave us cash to cover her half of the hotel and tickets. Fair & Square.
But, as we left to head home, it seems I said something to little Mark that was really meant for June: "OK, Mark, next time your mom will have to buy her own tickets."
Now why would I ever try to get this dig in?? I figure everything worked out fairly, including saving by getting the tickets through the credit union. And, after the whole fun weekend, would I want to remind anyone that the deal did not go down as I expected it to? I don't recall saying this, or even thinking the finances were off.
We did talk about other things, from how I am working to make personality changes permanent, to sex (talking - we didn't do anything!) to my road rage (I say "ain't happening", Mrs. Ray says "Alla time!" - I'm playing along for now). By the end, though, we did sit together on the couch cuddling for a while. Mrs. Ray did say she appreciated that I'm working on these things. That made the whole evening worthwhile - holding my wife close.
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