Happy 10 year wedding anniversary to me!

Also to Hank, I suppose, but mostly to me. I mean, it's pretty amazing that she hasn't dumped my annoying ass yet. This is a big accomplishment for me. I'm not sure whether Hank deserves congratulations or condolences, or maybe just a boatload of respect for her immense reservoirs of tolerance. My nickname for her used to be The Goddess of Tolerance and it still holds.

A converation from earlier this week may be illustrative:

Me: So, riddle me this, how many minutes per week of conversation about my baseball computer program can you handle?
Hank: I don't like how this is starting.
Me: No, don't worry. I don't have anything in particular to say about it right now, I'm just wondering, in general, how much of that topic you can stomach.
Hank: Oh, don't worry about that.
Me: Well, I don't want to completely bore you too often, so how many minutes per week?
Hank: It doesn't really matter. I'm really good at just tuning you out. Talk all you want. I can work on the laptop or do any number of productive things.
Me: Nooooo! I'm not talking about those types of minutes. I mean the kind where you actually listen and interact.
Hank: Oh. Really?
Me: Yeah.
Hank: Hmmmmm, per week? Uh, maybe 30 to 60? Like 5 or 10 minutes a day?
Me: Hooohoo! That's way more than I need!
Hank: Good.
Me: .....
Hank: ....
Me: Soooooo, as long as I have a few minutes, here's the latest report on my baseball program....


Somewhere in that dialogue is the secret to a 10 year marriage. We'll see if it holds for 11.

We're off to Yosemite for the weekend. Hank has never been, which is shameful.