I've been married to this wonderful woman for 40 years and still crazy about her. She has this infectious laugh and brilliant smile that makes me happy.
I keep a picture of her taken just a couple of years after we were married as my desktop image on my computer. Drop dead gorgeous!
But she just has a way of surprising me by saying something I would never expect or just can't quite understand. Last night, we were eating dinner and she was talking about her favorite blog written by a woman who tells about her husband... a rugged, rancher type. My wife said that this woman was commenting about her ex-boyfriend (before she got married) who was described as "flaxen"... or so I thought I heard. I asked what she meant by flaxen... blonde? She corrected me... flaxid.
Now I was in that slight state of confusion that comes just before comprehension.Then she went on to say that she didn't think the ex-boyfriend would find that flattering at all... just the opposite.
Oh! Flaccid!A little later as we were cleaning up after dinner, she was vigorously rubbing the table with a small, white cloth. "I'm germanizing the table," she explained.
Another brief pause to catch my breath."And when you're done there won't be any Germans left on the table?"
Then I ducked.
But she kissed me anyway...