The one where I'm not very nice.

A few weeks ago, or maybe two, I don't even remember how long ago it was now, my husband was in Virginia for 10 days. He came home bearing gifts, as usual. On these kinds of business trips they're usually working 15 hours or more a day, so there's not much time for shopping but he likes coming home with something. Even if we do have a moratorium on coffee mugs.

Their stay was extended a few days and their boss generously suggested they take Sunday off and do something fun. His coworker wanted to see all the Washington sites so they went over to the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, the Smithsonian etc, and he brought home all his tickets and his Holocaust Museum passport in case I wanted to blog about it. I thanked him and put the stuff on my sewing table, thinking I didn't go to those places so just exactly what would I say about all that stuff? Then I just forgot about it.

And then I did have a reason to blog about it.

Note to self, be a nicer person, you know, like your nice little husband.