I'm kind of the numbers guy in my marriage.
"I almost majored in math," I told SuperK.
"Why didn't you? she asked.
"I wasn't very good at it," I replied. "And I didn't like it very much."
"I wasn't very good at it," I replied. "And I didn't like it very much."
Before we bought the house that we live in now -- the one we are trying to sell for no understandable reason -- I crunched The Numbers and assured my wife that it was a transaction that made sense, in a numbers kind of way.
Later, when I was asking myself what the hell I could have been thinking when I came up with this ill-conceived, hare-brained scheme, giving up a perfectly good house to buy another one -- and I apologize to any hares reading this; some of my best friends are hares -- I spoke to SuperK about it.
"How could you let me do that?" I asked.
"You were so confident," she said. "You really seemed to know what you were doing. I just went along with it."
She just went along with it.
I'm not sure this is going to work out in the long run.
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