My artist wife walked into my basement office and noticed my baseball caps hanging on the wall.
Immediately, a look climbed across her face. It was one of those unmistakable looks that only a husband notices.
I no-sold noticing.
Meanwhile, her eyes continued to slide their way along the width of the entire wall in my office, which was adorned by a new, white baseball cap rack running the entire length of the soft blue paint. Her eyes finally came to rest on me sitting at my desk.Continue reading