Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I know my wife loves me because...

It is ideal that man must have "Me" time. So when that opportunistic time comes I take it with open arms! So what do I do when that "Time" comes? I look into my wifes eyes and say, "hun, you know I love right? And that I will do anything for you?". Without fail she'll have one hand on the hip, head slightly tilted to the left and replies, "aaahhh yeah"? Thats when I slowly brush her away from the TV and Kiss her as I politely escort her out the room and then say, "ok see you in 3hours!". I'd quickly close (slam) the door, make sure its locked and turn that TV on!! It's the NFL season yo!! But it was a season that was easily forgotten. My beloved San Francisco 49er's had a pitiful season! So bad, that I almost convinced myself that next season I'm becoming an Oakland Raider Fan! Can you believe me? Do you see me wearing Black and Silver??Ugh!! Anyways, while I'm whining away in the room sobbing because some clown by the name of Smith, first name Alex threw unnecessary INT's, my wife softly knocks on the door and asks if everything is ok. You see, my wife is a soft spoken person and no matter what the situation she seems to find ways to calm whatever is around her right down. I hop out of my body contoured bed and open the door. We sit. And she listens to me. She listens to my analysis of the football game. She listens and notices how mad I am deep down inside. She listens to me. She calms me with her soft spoken voice. I'm grateful for her patience, even though I pretty much kicked her outta the room, she walks in and listens. That's how I know she loves me. And that's why fellas, I love her.

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