Our Church sponsors Enrichment meeting nights for the Sisterhood of the traveling flowered dresses, every few months. There they learn valuable skills, gossip, fun crafts, wretched scrapbooking , and lessons in home economics, gorging on food samples. The brethren apparently felt left out to see their women congregating in such a joyous fashion, so now they too have their own Enrichment meetings, lovingly dubbed , "MANrichment". I'm secretly wondering if they're going to encourage macho activities, because I'd certainly hate to walk in on them fixing each other's hair, pillow fighting, or discussing the latest Danielle Steele novel.
Between holding down two jobs, completing studies as a Senior at Sam Houston University, and tending six kids, Papi doesn't usually have the time for such frivolities. Last week though, he came to me with nearly a pleading tone in his eyes and he very meekly asked me, "Girlie, would you allow me to go to the MANrichment meeting on Tuesday. Please"? The fact that he used the word "allow", as though I'm his Master (not in the daylight hours, anyway), cracked me up, so of course, I allowed him to go. What a good wife am I.