...regarding my post yesterday about my husband not noticing what I look like, Rick said that yes, he could probably pick me out of a lineup, but he might get my name wrong.
That's kind-of an inside joke between the two of us. When we first got married, he persistently called me "Kim." He swears he never knew anyone named Kim, and I know for a fact that he never dated anyone named Kim... actually, I know that because I know he never dated anyone, ever. Ever met a 37-year-old man who's never held hands with a girl? Specifically, one who hasn't ever held hands with a girl because he never met the right one, not because he spent his entire life playing Halo 2? I did, fifteen years ago this month. We met in May, and married in December, and it was kind-of a May-December thing because he was 37 and I was 23 (38 and 24 when we married). Anyway, neither of us ever figured out who "Kim" was... he figures it's because both "Kim" and "Kris" are short names that start with K. Whatever. At least he gets it right now. He just calls me "Mom."
Oy.
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