Because I’m busy watching golf, the Good Wife agreed to pick up a library book that’s on hold for me.
Well, she tried. They had to call me to ask if she had permission to pick up books on hold for me. Or if I wanted, I could convey all of the privileges of my card to her.
Because I’m crazy in love with her and a big risk taker, I told the nice library person to go full throttle with la ultima card privileges.
Those of you who know the GalPal are right to wonder about my decision. She could easily run up a shitload of late fees, forcing me to return to work full time. Or she could purposely check out supe-embarrassing books in my name and then blackmail me for some ungodly sum.
It’s just the most recent example of me living on the edge.