Wendy and I are often asked what it is like to work with a spouse. Wendy’s response usually includes such adjectives as “horrible”, “dreadful”, “worst coworker ever”, “I want to stab my eyes out”, “please help me”, “no seriously,” and my personal favorite, “It is kind of like having someone pour lemon juice on a paper cut. Oh, while someone else is smashing your foot with a sledge hammer. Oh, and did I mention that person three just stuffed dynamite down your pants?” Maybe Wendy is not the best with parts of speech, but cut her some slack, she has to work with me.
My response is usually a little different. It is certainly more long winded.
Before I married Wendy a good friend gave me some advice about finding a wife. He advised me to marry someone better than I was. My first response you can no doubt guess. At least if you have met me. Seriously guy? Someone better? Do you want me to remain a bachelor my whole life? Because that is going to be hard to find. I kid. I kid.
I took the advise to heart. Wendy and I met. I wooed her (link). I somehow tricked her into marrying me. It may have had something to do with the fact that I told her I was the only child of a successful clothing magnate worth 251.54 million dollars, who was on her death bed, and I stood to inherit everything within weeks. The details are fuzzy.
The takeaway point is that she married me. Life has been fantastic ever since. Wendy is my best friend. She is interested in me, interesting to me, funny, fun, intelligent, creative, personable, hot (yep), and an all around sweet person.
And working with her is no different than being married to her. It rocks. We get to hang out doing what we love with who we love, and meet awesome people and see cool places along the way. Adding the kids to our travels these last months has made life even sweeter. What I am trying to say is that it is an okay gig.
From "the farm" in Maryland.
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