I went through each event held in the Special Events Arenas: days, times, hours invested to play them, what they were about etc. Basically buried her in detail.
I then told her how much I know she does for me, pointed out a few things I do for her, asked her if I couldn't have just a bit of time Tuesday nights for the AHXARL. Explained that being a CM, I had to invest a bit of time occasionally designing and posting a track layout and description, followed by a quick computation of the finishers and the posting of the logs. Also 'splained to her that she knew exactly where I would be, not drinking or carousing around getting wasted or chasing wild women (Except maybe Flossy, in game, but she lives to far away to be a real threat), and that I would be in bed before the chickens woke up and rubbing her back until she fell asleep, or fell back asleep.
Maybe I just have a good woman, but she fell for my story, hook line, and sinker, so it is only rarely that I get told not to go try to Fxxk somebody up in "that stupid game", or (insert derogatory message here).
Tuesday night is race night here in The Beagle Inn, and I, By golly, wear the pants in this family.
as a frying pan sails over my head!
