That is a picture of me and my wife. She is awesome as hell. My wife and I will have been married for seven years next month and we've been together for nine whole years. And that's some big time awesome right there.
Our anniversary is coming up soon, on Cinco De Mayo, coincidentally. And please don't think that my anniversary falling on that day has anything to do with my own hatred for my own Latino race. It's just the day we picked. I believe, in fact, that we strategically picked that day to claim it as our own in the same way that Christians and Catholics picked December 25th to trump that day's pagan holiday. This was our way to claim this lame-o mexi-holiday as our own.
I love my wife. I really do. She is my life. Natasha truly holds my heart in her hands until we both die and I am really happy with that. I couldn't be happier. I am comfortable. And the two of us have really been happy lately, having fun and getting into adventures and just being really good. Thank gawd, too, because we have been through some serious life and death SHIZnittle in those mine years. But I sincerely think that with all the pain and the fights that I can safely say that there is literally nothing she can do that will make me stop loving her and wanting to be with her.
I love my wife.
I'm hoping that the two of us can go eat somewhere, maybe get some good Italian food somewhere, which is hard in Oklahoma, and then maybe get a drink or two and go see the new Avengers movie at our super small two screen movie theater here.
I have pictures from the Oklahoma City Zoo that I will try to post tomorrow.
Wind Clan out.