At certain times of the year, a lot of
husbands are into sports. They're
busy watching it on tv. I personally,
am not too thrilled about it, for so
little of his time, is spent with me.
There isn't a game, he doesn't
watch. Be it hockey, right down to
football. It doesn't matter what it
is, he truly loves them all. I've never
been sports oriented. I've tried, but
it's not my cup of tea. I could sit and
watch any game, but frankly speaking,
it's never done anything for me. On
the other hand, I have interests of my
own, which makes it easier for me to
bare. Let's face it ladies, they may be
at home with us, but are they, really
there?
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