So, the wife ( 
) and I went to Chicago on Saturday, went to Chicago on Sunday, and then flew back to Chicago on Monday. Pictures to follow.
If you say “Chicago” too many times, it starts to sound funny. Like “jeep.” Unlike “kitty.”
I could never live in New York. Not only because Deb could never live in New York, though that’s another important consideration. It’s just too… I’m not sure there’s really an adjective for it. Something along the lines of large, enormous, astronomic, colossal, excessive, gargantuan, gigantic, gross, huge, humongous, immense, jumbo, king-size, mammoth, massive, monstrous, mountainous, prodigious, stupendous, super-colossal, titanic, tremendous, vast, or whopping. Or some combination of those. I have absolutely nothing against New York; it was a great place to visit. It’s just not for me.
Riding around a town where I (hope I) will never live, I found myself thinking about how different my life could be. I thought about the choices I’ve made to end up where I am. How I am. And I wouldn’t change a thing.
Note to new husband: Are you sure the new wife wants to be called “the wife”?
I doubt doing it on a regular basis would be a good idea, but I get a kick out of referring to her that way. Perhaps “my wife” would be a better idea. But then, of course I would go with my wife, not somebody else’s wife. This sort of reminds me of how in other languages you say “I wash the hands” instead of “I wash my hands.” Of course you are washing your hands. If you’re washing somebody else’s hands, then you say “I was so-and-so’s hands,” but otherwise it’s just assumed.
In other words, if I do get in trouble, I blame years of French and German.
I could say Deb/Debra/Debbie, but that’s not as fun.
When you put it that way it makes sense. “The husband” can call me anything he wants except “Baby” and “Darling”. Yuck!