The Challenge, Part I

To test my new willingness and ability to endorse products and services when appropriately compensated, Ken P has challenged me to "gush about Brett and those damn Vikings". On the line are a pair of purple pumps.

Why, you ask, might a born and bred Packer fan stoop to such blasphemy? Could The Wife even consider something so vile and out of character, not to mention morally repugnant?

Let's consider her motivations:

1. She is competitive by nature. Poker, Trivial Pursuit, business . . . challenge her, and she feels obligated to compete.
2. She is all about proving herself. If you want The Wife to do something, tell her you don't think she has the guts to do it.
3. She's a writer. Writing is about making you believe. Creating an emotion and drawing you in. Suspension of disbelief. This sounds like a challenge to her writing skills.
4. Ken promised me free purple pumps. Given that I am apparently obligated to wear a purple jersey courtesy of my favorite Viking fan (its a small pool, trust me) in the near future, a pair of purple pumps might come in handy. And they are free.

After much soul-searching (well, 15 minutes of soul-searching . . . its been a busy day), I have decided to accept the challenge. Gushing to ensue.

But first, let me go look at myself one last time in the mirror before I totally sell out.

Respectfully submitted,

The Wife