Darling Wifey is delighted.
She has been utterly supportive as I have been a grumpy old git for three years, taking my Master’s. She tolerated me as I took exams and wrote my thesis. She checked my grammar on my letter of application in order to make all my hard work look good.
And today, when I finally got the promotion I have always wanted, she ordered me a Triple Meat Feast pizza with a large scotch on the side.
Could it be that she wants to get her hands on my pay rise?
And did I really say that she could go shopping with the credit card in Boston next month?

I think this promotion came just in time…

PS I always said that one of Darling Wifey’s most extraordinary talents was the ability to lose her keys within fifteen seconds of using them to open the front door. But today she excelled herself. My Most Admirable Mother-In-Law was forced to be a taxi driver for the family whilst I was away foraging for pay-rises because, in Darling Wifey’s words, “You lost my keys, you idiot!”
When I got home I found them sitting next to her laptop, in plain view, right next to the seat she had spent the day sitting in whilst she worked.
There is no denying it: the girl has talent!