Living with The Best Husband EVER

Posted by E-George on November 27, 2007

I should be studying right now, but I’m taking a break to interject my usual postings where I bitch endlessly about physics and school with one where I periodically brag shameless about having snagged the Last Great Man from the conveyor belt of bachelors.

In the Annals of Awesomeness, his picture hangs in that holy nícho reserved for people who decide that the world is their oyster and always carry a sharpened oyster knife. In the Halls of Humility, he asserts credulity regarding his own amazing-ness, making it sound like a simple fact of the universe. In the Dormitory of Demigods, he is a whirling dervish of productivity in all things professional, scholastic, and personal. Within the Vestibule of the Vernacular, he has crafted some of the most spectacular derivations of the F-word ever heard by mortal man, and also remains equally eloquent in all forms of vulgar speech. In the Cantada of Capability, his song of Gettin’ It Done is sung.

And, in the Bakery of Bohnsack, he makes one helluva pot of Chicken Cacciatore.

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