The Meanest Wife Ever...

Yep, that's me!  What does it take to be called the meanest wife ever, you ask?  Well, for starters you have to be very unsupportive of your husband's marathon training.  Then once he completes it, you don't compliment him nearly enough.  To top it all off, once he is extremely sore (and limping around so pathetically) you make him drive your daughters to an away game nearly an hour away--hours after running 26.2 miles, and during a Notre Dame game.  That's it!  But, Barry got his revenge on me.  Instead of bringing a regular folding chair--or sitting in the bleachers like other parents--he insisted on bringing his reclining anti-gravity chair so he could lie around during the game.  It was so embarrassing!  And, to make it worse...it was too heavy for him to lift, so I had to carry it. 

Performing their half time dance...

5th cheer...

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