Sometimes I wonder if you realise just how lucky you are to have a SWMBO who is as accommodating as yours seems to be, does she get passionate about anything you like to do and when I say passionate NO I don't mean you know what. I mean does anything you do invoke a negative reaction with her at all?
Cursing in front of the children. Washing automobile parts in the dishwasher. Cooking for myself but not her. Not letting her steal all the covers. Smoking (Good thing for me; with her help, I've been clean for 15 years). Drinking to excess (I do it very rarely of my own accord; but if I make an ass of myself, she'll stew at me for days). Driving like her mother. Being late; I'm chronic in that regard. Not coming to bed. When I make snide comments during her uber-cheesy "B" grade superhero shows (I call them her telenovelas) and over her shoulder while she's reading her similarly cheesy supernatural romance novels.
Do it. I’ve done it to entire scopes numerous times. It only hurts the first time
Ford: "It's unpleasantly like being drunk."
Arthur: "What's unpleasant about being drunk?"
Ford: "Ask a glass of water."
I love Douglas Adams quotes, I was gutted when he died, such a brilliant mind lost forever.
I felt the same; he was one of the most naturally funny people who ever lived. I was heartbroken over all the amazing insights and oddball humor we would all miss out on because of his premature demise; there was a similar hole in my world to when John Lennon was killed for months afterwards.
I was lucky enough as a small child to be in the studio audience with my mother for Carol Burnett as a child; she did her infamous Tarzan yell during the patter between sets and I sat bolt upright with a look on my face like I'd been electrocuted. She stopped her monologue, looked right at me, and said "That is simply the most amazing look you have on your face... May I have it?" Instantly she was just like a member of the family; I blushed and stuttered something like "Uhhh.. .sure..." and she tugged her ear and winked, and right back to the monologue. It wasn't until two scenes later that I understood what she was on about; she ended the set with the punchline and MY LOOK; then came the wink and the RECORDING lights went out and it was all over.
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When we separated to dress and then go with our families to our wedding, my beloved wife kissed me for luck. She stepped close, and while holding my juevos tenderly in one hand she looked deep into my eyes, then she sighed and whispered these words I will never forget:
"If you are one minute late to the procession I will grind these into a fine paste; in front of my mother and yours."