Bev’s Beholden, Day 23

I hung out with my friends from high school this week since we were all “home” for Thanksgiving. And on our way home from the bars, Henrietta’s husband, Hank, was telling us about a recent scam where people are feigning emergencies, “borrowing” phones from strangers, then emptying their Venmo/bank accounts before handing the phone back. Bev is pretty anti-phone lock codes and fingerprint sensors (another post for another day) so I handed him my phone (open to Venmo) and he got me to the screen where I could enter a Venmo passcode and now no modern-day bandits can steal my millions thousands hundreds tens of dollars.

Which got me thinking…. of course I’m thankful for my friends (and family). But I’m also really thankful for my friends’ husbands. Not only Hank, who is clearly awesome… But all of my friends’ husbands. The ones who order me boxes of mint Chapstick from their Amazon accounts because I don’t have Prime. The ones who contact me secretly to help them pick out engagement rings and take me out for burgers and beers after. The ones who scrape my windshield when I stay overnight at their house. The ones who always make sure I have a drink in my hand. The ones who willingly stay home with the kids (I will not refer to this as babysitting) so their wives can come out to watch football, have happy hour, or celebrate birthdays. The ones who offer to come and set (and/or clean up) my mouse traps. The ones who carry my (very heavy) suitcases. The ones who would probably put me on a golf cart and ride with me to get me back to my room if I have a few too many champagnes in Mexico. (I mean, they would probably do that if this ever happened…)

So, Bev’s friends’ husbands: shout out to you. You da real MVPs.

I’m also thankful for Hank… for not cleaning out my Venmo when I set him up to do just that Wednesday night.

-Bev