Alright, now that I’ve made my wiseass anniversary post, I feel compelled to be straight. At least a little. So, no jokes about hair loss treatments for women or naughty bumper stickers for a moment.

So here it is. I am pretty lucky. My wife is my best friend (and not just because she’s my only friend…that’s not really a joke so I’m still keeping my promise) and she makes me laugh. She’s a great cook with some odd specialties like tacos and Indian dishes (especially for a Polish Princess). She has even become the grillmaster, so much so that I do little more than light the ancient Char-Broil (I have less hair at risk when the propane flares up).

She’s a wonderful Mom and all three kids love her. And she has a sense of humor about it. She understands that talking about baby defenestration is not only normal, but therapeutic. She is also irritated by hypocritical fundos and understands the core message of every major religious and political figure of worth throughout history has been this: Be nice to people.

She’s a looker and a hugger and she makes the fire on cold winter mornings when I want to stay in bed.

Yeah, I like my wife. She’s pretty swell. That mentally handicapped guy who stopped and chatted with us in the middle of his bike ride when we were on our first date…he was right. We are a great pair.

Let’s have a high five for Billy!