Look no further for evidence of my excellent taste in spouses (at least recent ones) than my plans for this evening. For my birthday Oodgie signed me up for a craft beer and artisanal cheese class, which I'll be attending tonight.
Let me say that again, so I can savor the sound of it: craft beer AND artisanal cheese.
For me, that's the rough equivalent of fabulous wealth and a "happy ending."
Oodgie's keen powers of perception picked up on my love of delicious specialty beers. Perhaps it was the way I close my eyes and wipe a tear from my cheek after each mouth-watering, soul-quenching sip, or the way I'd pet the glass or bottle and whisper softly, "I love you."
She's also noticed that when the 6-year aged Gouda, the Humboldt Fog, or--dream of dreams--the Gorgonzola appears on party platters, the shadowy figure in the corner double-fisting crackers stacked with inch-thick hunks of each bears a striking resemblance to me.
The genius of combining the two cannot be over-stated. I'm happier than Flavor Flav in a costume shop.
Now I've got less than two months to top that for Oodgie's birthday. Internet, I need your help.
My lack of romantic sensibilities has legendary status in our home. My idea of a romantic evening is a bottle of wine and laser tag. I'm not a complete ignoramus (yes, yes, sparkly jewelry, spa treatments...I know about all those) but I could use a little creative spark to help come up with something good.
So, do you have any ideas? Let me know!