by Spyder
It all started when I agreed to a silly bet with my husband, Jimmy. I thought I knew the correct singer of an old song on the radio, but I was mistaken. I shouldn’t have insisted that I was right, because I agreed to do whatever Jimmy wanted me to for one evening if I was wrong.
He was so smug when he proved me wrong, and he insisted that I live up to my wager the next night, Wednesday. I was showering when he got home from work and he called in to