A happy shopping day ends finally! How splendid was it with my wife running faster (as usual) and I run behind her with carrying all heavy bags. After all, it was a Saturday and she came with me. What more she can do for me? She was such a good company by the way because we ended a shopping day without shopping anything for her. Now as a man shall I take a credit of this? Or shall I give her credit for being the rarest lady to do so?
Let me tell you she is sitting next to me, eating popcorns and not giving to me only because I curiously asked her if she is making popcorns right now. She as usual considered it as my denial for popcorns. Now I have to end this article on a sudden reminder from my wife that she wants to see one of her program. It's her laptop I am writing from finally.
