My husband is spending today door-knocking and collecting in  for Red Cross. 

We met at the bakery for lunch, where he asked the baker for a donation.

A lady turned to him and asked what he was doing. 

“He’s walking the streets to make money,” I said. 

Everyone laughed, so I added, “… bet he would have made more if he’d borrowed my fishnets.”

It’s official. I’m hilarious.