I knew this blog would get me into trouble. I just never expected it to happen this soon. So, without further ado, I introduce to you:
[darkness] [drumroll] [explosion of lights immediately followed by Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance"]
The Wife, Ph.D.
As my Sancho, she will perform the following duties:
z. Attend all wine-related events on The Rock whether she likes it or not. With her by my side, I gain loads of credibility and respect among the locals. My fancy friends help but the wife is The Wife, Ph.D.
y. Buy me expensive bottles of wine for my birthday, nameday, anniversary (we are twice married so booyah!), Valentine's, Ecuador's Independence Day, Cinco de Mayo, Oxi Day, Saint Patrick's, ad infinitum.
x. Build me a cava. Nuff said.
w. Never be embarrassed by my writing. It would help if she said it is vaguely reminiscent of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's circa 1965.
v. Remind me ad nauseum that my penchant for alcohol is a genetic condition. As well as the main reason I am burly.
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