Tonight during dinner, I axed The Mrs., "On a scale of one to ten with one being incredibly disappointing and ten being world-record disappointing, how would you rate your birthday?"
Her reply? "About an eight."
Then she followed it with, "I had a pretty good birthday." Hmmm...
At this point HannahC jumped in to emphasize how the ten end was the bad end, and blah blah blah. The Mrs. then said, "It wouldn't be on that scale."
Clearly, she doesn't listen to me when I yap. I get that a lot, so I'm used to it.
CJ told me a very funny story today on the way to lunch, but I'm not allowed to repeat it. Your loss. Then he asked me how old HannahC was, did some math, and challenged that The Mrs. turned 19 yesterday. Well, I would point out that I mentioned here that I was selected by her mother to be The Mrs.'s husband back when she was 12.
Plus, that's an official photo from the al Reuters wire service taken by a local stringer in the field. I have no reason to disbelieve its veracity.
So there.
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