My fun day

Yesterday my very good friend John, from graduate school, came for a visit. We had a lot of fun showing him around.

We took him to Thomas Jefferson's private home, Poplar Forest. I love that place. Fascinating.

Then we showed him Liberty Mountain. From there we went to the Old City Cemetery. Then we took a stroll through one of the city's parks. I showed him the dirt pool.

We capped off the night with dinner here.

Have I crossed a line?

We have friends, Jenny and Susan. Saturday we had an all day play date with them. We met for lunch, played outdoors all day, and then ended up at their house for a movie and other extra-curriculars.

Somehow, my wife managed to leave her bra at their house.

[I don't even want to know.]

We saw Jenny and Susan again last night, and learned that they have been flirting with each other with my wife's bra. They've taken turns leaving it in places where the other will find it.

Today I became an accomplice. While posting gay cafe fliers around town with Susan this afternoon, I drove her to Jenny's car (parked at the hospital where Jenny works) to hang the bra --my wife's bra-- from Jenny's rear view mirror.

I don't think Court will ever get her bra back.