Wifey asked me if I ever noticed how couples who’ve been married a long time actually begin to look like each other?
“Sure do!” I answered. “You get more beautiful with each passing day!”
Wifey asked me if I ever noticed how couples who’ve been married a long time actually begin to look like each other?
“Sure do!” I answered. “You get more beautiful with each passing day!”
I cannot say I felt your pain,
For it would not be true.
Could not imagine, much less feign
This strange kinship with you.
I could not close my eyes and see
Myself devoid of her.
The somber surreality
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The wife and I have reached an inevitable impasse after several weeks of heated and uncompromising negotiations over our mounting debt problems and inability to balance the household budget. The show stopper came when she insisted we borrow more money from our creditors – in order to better manage our expenses - rather than risk defaulting on our financial obligations.
Suffice it to say that I, being the sounder voice of reason, totally disagreed. In my opinion, the proposal was the typical socialist knee-jerk solution to a common free market problem: The periodic shortage of cash.
I’m laying in bed watching television with the Mrs. snuggled up next to me. Don’t recall what we were watching, but it’s not important anyway. All I know is that I’m in my favorite place with my favorite person, thinking nothing could go wrong.