It’s day three. I still have not had coffee. My husband, my loving, sweet, honorable husband has had beer.
Of course.
“We’re in Germany!” So he had beer.
I poked at my half eaten fish and stared daggers through him. I told myself I wouldn’t sleep until I came up with the perfect revenge; until I could wipe that smug look away. He thought he found the perfect out.
He drank while watching the football game.
“It’s tradition! We’re supposed to!”
That was day two of our stupid pact.
Oh, but today is day three. Today is MY day.
And there is nothing my sweet, loving husband hates more than history.
Lucky me, Frankfurt Cathedral offers a three hour tour, chock full of history and led by the most boring priest.
“We have to go! The history! But I think I’ll have some coffee to stay awake.”
For What Pegman Saw. This weeks location is Frankfurt, Germany.
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Kelley Farrell 
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