My life, with humor.

Yet another thank you, Gusby, for providing me with the opportunity to spend my life with an infinitely interesting person.

My wife, whom you may know as Kris, is a sometime quilter. This time, she's last-minute sewing a quilt for her parents' 30th wedding anniversary.

As we're standing outside having our preparatory cigarette, she's lamenting the measurements and the cutting of fabric.

She: "Can you help me with this stuff tonight? You know you're better than I am at these things."

Me: "What things? You mean numbers?"

There was much giggling on my side of the conversation at this point, because I do enjoy teasing her about her math skills, and a look on her side that said out loud, "That's not what I meant, you jack ass." Perhaps she may have actually said it out loud, but I could not hear it over my tittering.

Of course, the look merely made the fit of giggles delve towards the netherland of hysterics, which in turn shaped the look into something else that escapes even my vocabalury skills of description.



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On a more serious note, however, I must once again say that I am truly blessed in my choice of life-long companion. As much as I enjoy teasing her about what she considers her weaknesses, she is much too hard on herself, as it is her capability of overcoming all frustrations and obstacles (even in math) that made me (and keeps me) truly, madly, deeply in love with her.