I’m
terrible when it comes to picking gifts for my wife.
The first
gift I gave her was a dress. When I saw it, I thought it was beautiful. But
when I gave it to her, I learned again the truth that beauty is in the eye of
the beholder. Because she said, “Oh Bo, I love you for giving me a dress. Thank
you so much. But I suggest you stick to preaching. Your fashion sense is
awful.” I pouted, “You mean you won’t wear the dress?” She smiled. “If I become
suddenly suicidal, perhaps. In other words, I won’t be caught alive wearing
that thing.”
