POB and I are married.  We fit into those dresses.  So Philly Cheese Steaks, Chipotle Steak and Bean Burritos, French Fries and red wine, right?

Nooooooooooooooooooo.

POB is, as we speak, cooking (as in on a stove) in the scorching heat and humidity some healthy, fat-free, vitamin-rich, protein-filled, anti-oxidant cleansing, meal.

I am drinking red wine and lazing on the couch and blogging.

POB asked me to set the table.  So, I yelled, “[SOS], time to set the table!!!!”

Maybe POB is wondering why she married me.

Me?  I have the Ketubah (the Jewish marriage license) and the New York State marriage license.  POB is stuck with me.

I am living the dream.  Except, instead of salmon and quinoa and whole grains, I really, really, want some Ben & Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk Ice Cream. To go with my wine.

But, I get it.  I am lucky.