Oooooh. Liking the Jack Dyer singlet. Might have to have a dig around their website on the weekend, might have to hide the credit card statements from the Carlscum dragon though.
After you sharing your GF ejection story, I feel like I should confess something too TM, albeit with a happier ending.
Mrs.Ez asked me to sit down at the kitchen table after round 23. She had been reading the barefoot investor, and she had the financial years credit card statements printed out.
She was angry. Her mum had been in her ear I'd say.
she goes 'What are these Sportsbet withdrawals?'
I go 'investments'
she was too angry to roll her eyes in this instance.
she goes 'the first night we met, you said to me
'I drink, I gamble, and im obsessed with Richmond. The drinking and gambling I can control. So what's going on?'
I looked her in the eye and said
'There is no way I expect you can understand this, but if I had bought Commonwealth Bank shares, you wouldn't ask me where the dividend cheque was? we live in glorious times baby. Im making hay. 40 years of study and its pay day'
she goes
'what the *smile* are you talking about'
and I go
'Its best we ajourn this this meeting until
after tigers win the flag, and I will outline our financial position in full'
she managed an eye roll.
at half time in the preliminary, I was checking flights into the North of Colombia
But then the rescheduled meeting went very well indeed. When Mrs.Ez puts on a new green summer frock and waters the vegetarian garden in the afternoon light with a stubby in her hand,
you know everything is going to be OK.
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please note young punters: reckless and uninformed punting ruins lives.