My wife told me the other day that I am handsome, and by this, coupled with unassailable logic of a manly type, I have come to the inescapable conclusion that she thinks me ugly.
When I got married, I was chubby. Not particularly fat, not particularly skinny. Chubby. Since she married me, I can only assume that my wife liked me chubby, and for this assumption I have accumulated, through years of marriage, substantial anecdotal evidence. Suffice it to say that it is well established that my wife liked (likes) chubby Pat.
There is a picture in my bedroom of that glorious and heaven-sent day when this beautiful young woman permanently and inextricably tied her fate to my own in the presence...READ MORE