Last night as Chris and I were watching political coverage
on television I remarked that Alan Colmes slightly resembles a giant penis with
hair and glasses. Chris guffawed and sputtered: "What an ignorant thing to say
about the penis!"
This morning the Best Buy television repair man arrived half-an-hour
too early at the crack of dawn (to replace some sort of filter-thing in our
LCD) and we hopped and stumbled about the room in our underwear trying to put
on pants and almost knocked heads like the Stooges.
Last Thanksgiving I made a big deal about hosting dinner for
our parents and our straggler friends from
Whenever he runs an errand or stops by the store he always
brings me a Snickers because he knows how much I like them. For that I can
forgive him taking off his socks in the living room and letting them nest under
I love knowing that I can always count on him, that when my
chips are down; he's the proverbial prizefighter who blasts out of the corner
to do some pinch-punching for me.
I believe in two things: that there is that one person out
there for everyone, your soulmate; also that one person who is the only person that
can put up with you for all your life. I can be demanding, I have a sharp
tongue, and I know that Chris is the only man with the combination of grace and
patience who can enjoy the show. (Though it's a pretty good show from my end,