The CFO is bowling this evening. For work, unfortunately, and not as part of a social outing. It would be much funnier if she was there for League Night with her friends, all with matching shirts or bags or warm up suits. Anyway, for some reason she wants to wait until she gets home to eat dinner tonight. Huh? Pass up a meal at a bowling alley? Are you insane, woman? It’s times like this that I realize she and I are very different people.