First let me say, I won't be attending another CRS without my wife. One reason is, she brings a whole new level of fun to the festivities. She's popular with my friends, she hangs with me and gives me something to smile about.
Another reason is "the return." Here's a dialogue from this morning:
She: So how many 20 year olds hit on you?
Me: Well, when there is an abundance of 20 year old MALES in the room, usually the 20 year old female will hit on them. Not some 40 year old.
She: good way of dodging the question.
(silence for a minute or two while we watched the dog shit in the yard)
She: so did (assumed name to protect the innocent) Susie Smith tell you what kind of underwear she was wearing?
Side note: a few years ago my wife intercepted a harmless email between "Susie" and me regarding underwear. "Susie" is known for her flirtatiousness and it's all harmless. I was merely engaging her in conversation, giving it back, as it were. In fact, I believe I had told her I was wearing "underoos."Me: (silence for effect, only a smile)
She: another dodge.
Me: (hug) I love you. Next year, you're going WITH me.
The return is always interesting. By the way, she never asked me how many clients I had run into, or how many new clients I had developed.