My lovely wife and I were discussing our jam-packed upcoming weekend while I was getting ready for work this morning. We’re going to be joining my brother and his family at a renaissance faire on Sunday and I’m very excited about it. I say to TJ “I’ve always wanted to go to a faire like that!” She tells me that we went to one in Tucson, no wait, Idaho. She reminds me how great it was. “It was up in the mountains and during sunset.”
I reply, “yeah, that wasn’t me. That was someone else.” She gets that look on her face that tells me she’s trying to visualize the scene to figure out who the hell she was with at this event. After several seconds, she still has the “who the hell was there?!” look. She looks at me and smiles and says, “it was so beautiful, with the sunset against the mountains and trees…”
She is an evil woman. Which is why I love her so much.