Ben bought my last fishing license for me because, well, because he could. He had to fill out the basics: height, weight, eye color.
I looked closely...he said my eyes were brown. Except they're not, they're blue. And after 12 years of marriage I really thought he'd be aware of that small fact.
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Maybe he said blue, but the employee at the fish and game bureau typed it wrong? I'm going with that theory!
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