When we found out we were going to have our first child, I was mid-build on the bar. I figured, "I'm screwed... this bar is NEVER getting built now". About three months before her due date, she looks as me and says, "So, what's the story on the basement?" I'm thinking, "here it is... my basement bar dreams are about to die right here"
Me: "Umm... well... I've still got a ton of work to do on it"
Here: "Well... you better f'in hurry up. Once the baby comes, we're going to need a place to hang out and have a few drinks"
No woman has ever been sexier.
Before we fell asleep last night we laid in bed looking up and debating pasta salad recipes for the pig roast. She gets into it almost as much as I do. "Oooo, I can make THIS and I can make THAT!"
I married smart... what can I say?