I learned a lot in my first marriage. Thankfully, I was much more selective in choosing a mate this time around. My husband is truly a great guy. Honestly, I didn’t think God made such decent, kind, loving supportive men. I thought they were fictional, something reserved for romance books and sappy movies.
I am here to assure you, good men do exist, and my husband is a prime example. He’s hard-working, brilliant, kind, attentive, funny, generous, clean, organized, helpful, well-read….the list goes on and on. One of my friends recently asked if there’s anything wrong with my husband.
I actually had to think really hard to come up with his faults. But just so you don’t think he’s completely perfect, I managed to dig up a few faults:
• From about March to September of each year, a variety of men become involved in our marriage. Their names are Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter, Hideki Matsui, Jorge Posada, Mariano Rivera, Bobby Abreu. Yes, ladies, it’s the Yankees. They’re all over the TV and radio. They’re in the house; they’re in the car. You can’t escape the Yankees!
• Sometimes, the crackling, static sound of ever-present AM sports-talk radio is really grating!
• I have to puree salsa because he hates chunky vegetables.
If the worst things I have to deal with are the Yankees, sports-talk radio, and throwing salsa in the food processor, I think it’s pretty clear I’m damn lucky.