Posted by
Jon's Place on Sunday, June 10, 2007 11:27:05 AM
It seems, I think, past time that I refer to my lovely wife as someone more personable than merely wife, but holding to the vague security of anonymity I require some nom de plum or such that will keep me from getting whopped on the head. And for this reason calling said lovely wife Mrs. Jon has more than a slight draw back, as I can feel the headache coming well before it arrives. So though not terribly creative, I have alighted on the splendidly simple and more artfully self preserving nom de Mrs. J. And I shall not further defend my choice than but to say I value my own good health.
Now this singular defense is now in itself in need of some singular defending or said whopping will be a coming. So rest assured that Mrs. J is not only lovely, but of a habit of good disposition for which I am eternally grateful, for surely before now if not so I would certainly be by any good phrenologist a singular and delightful puzzle.
Truth be told she is one of those souls who as a matter of inclination wakes up happy, by contrast, for instance, I am one of those souls who wakes up in a fit of fog, neither here nor there, which from time to time I’m accused by lovely Mrs. J of never having cleared from the whole day long . And to which, I must confess, I do not have an adequate defense, except to say that I have not yet had my coffee. Yet which is a weak defense when I am on cup number eight. Anyway, truthfully, that unless there is a very rare solar or lunar event, I can rest assured that I shall be greeted with a smile when the damn alarm clock rings. Her smile I love; the clock I hate.
It is as well to my good fortune that her sanguine sunshine in the morning does not by me come unappreciated. For by room mates and others, I have encountered those whose dispositions between the matins and 12 are at odds with peace and harmony. But as I am customarily in a fog, I am usually plenty tolerant, which in the habit of our age makes me nigh eligible for sainthood, to comment less than is equitable, I fear standards are falling.
We’ll, or at least I, shall now leave will enough alone by saying here’s to my lovely wife Mrs. J.