Six years ago today, I married my wife, which is something I am starting to worry about. You see, six years ago today was also the first day that Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans. When you consider that we are currently getting inundated by Hurricane Irene and that I just got a text from a buddy that there could be a TORNADO heading my way, you sort of have to worry that this day could be a little cursed. But you know, I think it is wholly appropriate that I would have married my wife on this day, because she is a bit of a force of nature herself. She works a job while taking care of a kid every day and is always the first person a friend would call if they needed someone to talk to. And she would never skip the call. Meanwhile, she has to deal with a husband who knows nothing about finances, makes her talk to the waiter if his order gets screwed up, writes crazy posts about wanting to proposition ladies at his work during an earthquake, gripes every time she asks him to clean the house, and whines every time she tries to make him eat a meal that he knows is healthier for him then the first option he would have chosen (which would probably be a salt-filled burrito every time). There are many more aspects of his odd personality that there simply isn't time or space here to recount (esppecially since the power is going to go out any minute).
