Well, I finally got the call I was waiting for. My dad called me from his workplace, and asked if I was still interested in buying Blue Bombers season tickets.
Like a girl getting asked to the prom, I put the phone to my chest, jumped around, high-fived myself, regained my composure, and gently whispered into the phone "yes".
That's how I saw it.
What really happened, is a lot less dramatic. I said sure, and my Dad called the ticket office. Done deal.
In other news, the wife decided on a business plan on how to buy her guitar. She's going to freelance a few articles, and buy her dream guitar, which, luckily for me, is apparently going to be neon pink. She wants me to play it too. Two words, private lessons. Zig, are you still interested? Please no snickering....
And lastly, it was payday yesterday. Now I can finally enjoy the finer things in life...like gas for my car.