If you’re a gal who pulls all vowels and one weird consonant when playing Scrabble, then you have to marry a guy who pulls all consonants and one weird vowel.
It says so in the marriage handbook.
On Thanksgiving, this was how it shaped up. After 23 years we finally figured out why we’re together.
On a fundamental level we understand each other. My vowels are a problem and he’s consonated.
And you know what that spells: romance.
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