I love my husband's company. Not only do his bosses sometimes make tickets to sporting events available to him, some of his co-workers have taken it upon themselves to look after ME as well. Case in point: Yesterday, Mr. Sea was sent home with a permissions form that reads, verbatim:
NFL Ticket Purchase Permission Form
I (wife of Purchaser) do hereby authorize my stupid husband to purchase NFL tickets for the November 28th, 2010 game between the Indianapolis Colts and the San Diego Chargers.
This permission form serves as notice that this does not interfere with our 2010 holiday plans and will not be grounds for divorce, although he may sleep in the garage if it turns out to be a really good game and he takes anyone other than me.
Truly, I have guardian angels in strange places, for strange things.