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My wife, the wit.

Fatigued and sleepy, Thelma was laying in bed this evening longing for a water bottle from the kitchen. I started downstairs and told her I'd fetch it.

"If you do, I'll be forever in your debt."

"That must be some pretty good water," I joked.

"No. I just don't have my own source of income."

Well, at least I'm good for something. Then again, the bar might be pretty low.

Earlier in the evening we were discussing the Hartman Color Personality Test. I found an example of the test online. During part of the test, you are supposed to select groups of adjectives that describe you most of the time. The problem, though, is that each of the groups always seem to include a poison pill.

What group of words describes you most of the time?
  • Smart, funny, dishonest.
  • Logical, determined, prone to violent outbursts.
  • Friendly, considerate, horrible body odor.
  • Playful, spontaneous, still confused about why people insist on naming their children (and SUVs) after towns in Arizona.
What are you supposed to pick? Who is going to admit to being considerate and smelly, even if that was somehow possible?

In any case, it got us talking about our faults. Thelma wondered how the two of us managed to get together considering my perfectionist tendencies and her penchant for impatience.

"My choice was easy," I insisted, "because I was looking for perfection and there you were."

"Well," she replied, "I could have found the perfect husband, but who has that kind of time."

She got the last laugh, but at least I got the girl.
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Thelma said…
Very unfair quoting your wife when she's too tired for her internal editor to be on the job.
September 9, 2008 at 8:24 AM
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