Saturday, February 18, 2012

Ah, marriage.

Some times I am flat overwhelmed with the gift that I've been given in my husband. This morning is one of those times.

I needed to say that before I spend the whole day immersed in basketball of one form or another and I forget.
He listens to my raging lunatic explosion and once it's cooled to a slow simmer, he tells me I'm wrong.


Without saying, "You're wrong." And while using the fewest number of words possible.

He's had to do it a lot lately.

It helps when he isn't the subject of my wrath.
It doesn't go down as well then.

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