How In Blue Blaz-ers ?!?!?!?

Wow!

An amazing moment in time ~ a moment of redemption really. Let me explain.

Gil had a major VIP meeting today. His intense work schedule the past three weeks has all been leading up to today. So, what does this very detail-orientated guy do?

He leaves home without his Blue Blazer.

Uh-huh.

At home, on a hanger, in the closet.

So, he calls me. And very gingerly, in a skirting-around-the-issue kinda way, asks me to bring it to him. If it's not too much trouble, of course.

I, being the dutiful wife I am, immediately jumped on the opportunity. (And no, not just because I saw the word L U N C H flash before my eyes like a neon sign!)

I hightailed it to downtown Gulfport with the treasured garment swaying softly on the back hook. It took no time to recognize that there would be only a few precious moments with my Gil Guy . . .so, the transfer complete, I head home, hungry (just kidding) whilst the Sharp Dressed Man wheels around the corner to return to the office.

No sooner did I make it to the light on 30th Street than my phone rings. It's the GilMiester. Seems he's run into the BigWigs, and they are looking for him. They need him to join them for lunch at Vrazel's. A working lunch, requiring a suit jacket.

Just in the nick of time.

Since I saved the day by my heroic servant-hearted actions, and since Gil so nicely apologized to me for suggesting that I had not a servant-heart the other day, I've decided to return the favor, and officially allow him out of the dog-house for the now infamous Vrazel's faux-paux, wherein my wonderful Knight in Shining Armour refused to take me inside.

MMMMmmmm . . .I can taste that steak now . . . .