My husband and I spent last Saturday night at a lovely fundraising gala. It was wonderful to put on makeup and heels and hang out with so many good friends. But a conversation that Hubs and I had only moments after walking in (before drinks were procured) tells me that I need to get out of the house more often.
HUBS: Hey look, there’s Coach.
ME, gasping a little and feeling all fluttery: Coach Taylor??
HUBS: What? No. God Liz, I’m talking about Brent. You know, OUR SON’S SOCCER COACH?!?
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If you liked this post, you’ll probably love this one about Mrs. Coach Taylor.