Yes, life has been brighter. I'm not here to write the sad post and cry about the multiple issues with cars, water heaters, and slate roofs and list my current music as as "Simple Plan" but I have had better halves of weeks in the past. However, I'm sleeping soundly so everything can't be that bad, right?

First off just for the record: I'd still boink Björk. I don't care what anyone says. I still find her attractive. And if my wife is reading this: Honey, put The Icelandic singer on my list.

I'm sure there are tons of things I have yet to find out about my wife. I tend to be a very internal person at heart and live in my own head a lot so I'm sure there's questions and details I've missed in the years we've been together. I'm not saying we never talk. We're not one of those duos that share a space where both agree on the design of the living room or the pair where one that does the other's bidding. There's just a lot of time to find out more and that's pretty fucking cool.

Fucking. Not that eloquent of a adjective but it's been while since my last post. I'm sure I'll come up with better words once I get warmed up.

Last night my wife came up to my side while we were in bed and put her head near mine. I went to kiss her forehead and bumped her slightly with the rim of my glasses. I took them off and gave her a peck. After a few beats she says to me,
"You know for the the longest time I didn't know you wore glasses."
"Really?"
"Yep," and she snuggled closer. I had to remove my glasses again not to bump her.
"How long did you not know?" I muted the television while asking. I found this detail more interesting than Jon Stewart and crew at the GOP convention.
"A few years," she idly replied.
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Seems like a long time."
"You were wearing contacts." This was true for a long time I didn't wear my glasses so that made sense. I was almost satisfied,
"Did you know I wore contacts?"
"Nope."
"Really?" She replied with by looking up with a slight eye roll. My constant need for confirmation was getting to her and keeping her awake.
"Nope. No clue."
"What about all my contact lens stuff?"
"I wouldn't have recognized it. I never dated anyone with contacts."
"You never saw it in the bathroom?"
"Where did you keep it?"
"In the medicine cabinet." As I replied she curled back up to my side getting ready to wind the conversation down.
"I never looked in the medicine cabinet. i had my bag below the sink with all my stuff in it."
"Really?"
"I'm going to punch you."
"Night, babe."
"Night." I took off my glasses and gave her another kiss.



So I was thinking as she went to sleep: Next time I sit there and wonder: "Why does she do [insert current action/habit/dance move here]?" I'm just going to ask her. Instead of letting it slip by for years. And I hope she'd ask me the same questions. Actually she often does, she's far more extroverted than I am. It's a nice yin and yang thing we have going.

Yet she still has never asked me what I think of Björk. A small detail to when she finds out I'm sure I'll have a few "Really?" questions to respond to. Which will lead her to discover things about me that will help her understand me more. Small facts similar to her own that make us, us. Like I know I can hide things in the medicine cabinet and she won't look there for years.