Anniversary love week continues on this very blog. To some these posts could be nauseating so apologize in advance. Consider yourselves warned.
I’ve compiled a list of some character traits my wife exhibits that make her such a special person in my life. This isn’t a complete list, just a sample of her various offerings. *More examples available upon request.
Feisty –> you know how they say don’t get gremlins wet, well don’t fuck with my wife at the airport during the holidays or when it comes to workload. I’ve only seen her unhinged a few instances in my life and damn was it terrifying and funny at the same time.
Plants –> my wife worked at a plant nursery when I met her. She has a very good knowledge of plants and is very handy in the garden, except when pregnant. See, when you’re pregnant it’s not good to handle cat poop. That’s my job now and I honestly enjoy working in the yard.
Communication –> this my blog friends, is the biggest perk. I’m huge on communication and we really mesh well in this aspect. We’re typically on the same wavelength when it comes to hunger, kids, politics, the environment, and pube cropping.
Acceptance –> okay, this shouldn’t come as a surprise since Mrs. Lessinges takes me as I am. However, I’m talking about acceptance in terms of who she is as a person. She’s comfortable in her own skin and this a huge turn-on.
Little Feet –> did I really type that? There’s something so irresistible about her size six feet. The cool thing is most display shoes are her size.
Music Taste –> she’s got a refined ear for music. Her dad’s rock influence is a huge part of her music background. She knows lyrics to songs by such varied artists as Pink Floyd, Cure, Beth Orton, The Rolling Stones, Helmet, and Fiona Apple.
Tolerance –> this is a loaded one. She’s a very tolerant person when it comes to people of all types. What I mean here though is her ability to drink a studly man, such as yours truly, under the table. I think it’s an Illinois thing, but I could be wrong. Thankfully those getting wasted days when we met are a thing of the past. The woman never pukes, never!
Mind –> I’m not sure I need to go any further. This one’s rather self-explanatory.
To even this all out, next week I will blog about the people in life who wronged me and my grand plans to exact revenge. Stay tuned folks because nothing increases blogger readership like a man scorned. All this sappy talk about my wife must be countered. John Boucher from second grade, keep your distance. Middle school creep, Joey, who left nasty messages on our nifty answering machine, you’re mine!
RULED OUT BABY NAMES: Locusta, Waneta, Gwendolyn, Delfina, Waltraud, and Velma. (theme = female serial killers)