Mrs. RickJay is the dream spouse, really. Consider the following evidence:
Beautiful
Hot
Smart
Hilarious and rude sense of humour
Likes cooking, and is good at it too
Good at home decorating, which I suck at
Passionate sports fan, loves watching sports on TV
Loves to play video games
Loves playing golf
Doesn’t care about the toilet seat position
Inexplicably seems to like me
Doesn’t complain about unchangeable things, act like a stick in the mud, or otherwise play mind games
I defy anyone to produce a better spouse than this.
I tell guys about my attractice, video-game-playing, sports-loving, no-girly-mind-games-playing wife, and they usually react with “What planet did you get your super-wife from and how do I catch a flight there?” Mrs. RickJay totally rules. I have no friggin’ idea why she’s slumming with me.
It’s refreshing to hear someone boast about his wife! I wish you a long and happy marriage.
**during hard times, (as everyone has in a relationship) I would recommend you remembering these 12 points about how/why you fell in love with her in the first place! (sorry for the unsolicited advice, you probably already know that!)
Not only does my husband share my taste in books, music and videogames… (we’ve been known to blow off grocery shopping to pick up new video cards) he’s a super dad…he changes diapers and does 2am feedings and stays up with me and the munchkin when she’s sick! he does laundry! He deals with icky insects without laughing at me. We have that funky spouse telepathy and have had it for many years. He’s smart and funny and sexy and amazing.
Drumroll please…
And… my mother just broke her leg yesterday and last night he drove with me 3 hours round trip to pick up her keys and let her dog out and feed the dog… and now he’s not complaining at all about tha fact that she’s probably going to have to stay with us for a few weeks (and her dog too) because the hospital needs to send her home but won’t release her to an empty house. She’s divorced and my only sibling is in jail… her parents are dead and she doesn’t speak to her sister.
I’m not married, but a friend of mine went to a showing of Old School with his wife (who paid), and halfway through the movie pulled a beer out of her purse and handed it to him with a, “Here, honey!”
I now have a new standard by which the future Mrs. Munch will be measured*.
[sub]*Void if Mrs. Munch turns out to be Penelope Cruz.[/sub]
When my grandmother had a heart attack my husband sat in the car with my two small children for SEVEN hours just so I could visit with her. When my grandmother died 3 months later he took vacation time so he could stay home with the kids while I went back to Oklahoma to be with my family. He gave up his “cool” truck just so I could have a cute little green car because I love green. He lets me hold the remote control. He gossips with me. He doesn’t get mad when I sneak around the house trying to jump out and scare him. I hurt my thumb on Friday and since he’s out of town for another week he called and had his boss come and check on me to see if I needed anything. He wears silly boxers all the time because he knows it makes me giggle to see him in them. He doesn’t like sports but puts up with me loving football. Yeah, that’s why I married him twice.
RickJay, let’s see how my wife, Spoonette, measures up against the points you cited for Mrs. RickJay:
Yes.
Yes.
Definitely. She has more formal education than I do, and usually more common sense as well.
Hilarious, yes; but not often rude–which makes it even funnier when she tells a rude joke.
No, though when she does, it’s always good.
Yes. Which is good, because I also suck at it.
Yes. In fact, we went to an NFL game on our honeymoon–at her insistence!
No. But that’s OK; neither do I.
Again, no. Of the two of us, I’m the golfer. But see the note below.
No problems here.
Yes. Spoonette inexplicably likes me. No idea why.
Yes on all three counts.
I have to add one more point about Spoonette though:
Mixes the perfect martini.
I’ll add one more, that definitely won’t be to everone’s liking, but suits me just fine:
Doesn’t mind me enjoying an occasional premium cigar in the house. In fact, sometimes, she will make a selection from her own humidor (yes, she has her own humidor, stocked with her personal favourites) and join me.
Note: We each have our own favourite activities, and they do not necessarily overlap, which can be a good thing. She will send me to play golf, or to the racetrack or sports bar, for example, so she can have some time at home to work on her hobbies without me being in the way. This arrangement works for both of us–the reaction from my friends is not “Your wife lets you play golf/bet horses/drink beer;” rather, it’s “Your wife wants you out of her way for a day so she sends you to play golf/bet horses/drink beer? You lucky dog!”
Yes, I am lucky indeed. As you also seem to be, RickJay.
This is gonna be awkward when you guys find out you’re married to the same woman!!! :eek:
Anyway, you’re both wrong. My wife is by far the best. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s considerate, she’s totally hot, and best of all she’s not at all insecure. The only time she’s ever asked if she looked fat, I answered that yes, she looked enormous (she didn’t). She didn’t get mad or cry (she did tackle me, but in a good way).
well, i feel the need to weigh in here- and no offense to RickJay or anyone else who feels that their spouse is the bestest that ever was…but my honeybear is the most incredible wife that i have ever even heard of.
She is heartstoppingly beautiful, witty, funny (ha-ha, not peculiar), and utterly charming. She’s got a smile that puts the sun to shame, eyes that you could drown in, and a laugh that still sends shivers up my spine even after 6 years.
She’s a world-class cook, puts martha stewart to shame when it comes to home decorating, and is a heck of a web designer when she’s not at her real job of being the most incredible first grade teacher ever.
She’s also WONDERFUL in bed. she is the most energetic, accomodating, considerate lover, and i am lucky to have her. Even with work, school and our baby, our love life is fantastic.
she also shares all of my passions- cheezy sci-fi fantasy novels, web surfing, toy collecting, video gaming, a little bit of politics, and really weird humor (asshat being our new favorite word).
If she has any vices, it’s being terribly jealous and possessive of me…and well, considering the irony of having this sexy, wonderful southern belle fretting over me…let’s just say that i don’t mind at all.
anyway, YMMV…but for my money, i’ve got you all beat!
The man to which I am married is not only my husband, but is also my best friend.
He’s smart, funny, kind, and ultra-considerate. A great conversationalist, whether we’re discussing the latest * Simpsons * episode or post-modernistic sociologist theories. He works two jobs so that I can stay in a job that I love, but pays very little. He buys me tons of books, and flowers for no special reason. Every so often, I’ll come home to find he’s cleaned the house for me as a surprise.
We travel, go on hikes together, and go down to the park regularly to feed the ducks. Whether we’re out, or enjoying a day lounging at home, we have fun together. We build forts out of couch cushions, and have snowball fights. We never fight, unless you count wrestling matches.
He’s reasonable, and is fully willing to admit when he’s wrong. He compliments me, and always remembers to show appreciation for the “little things” I do for him. He leaves me love letters and takes me out on dates.
Hmmm. I’m afraid I’m forced to agree. But, the contest is not over yet.
Here’s why my wife, XJETGIRLX, is the Best. Wife. Ever. (Sorry, I hang out in GD, we all talk like that.)
She’s cute. If you can imagine how cute a tatto of a cute puppy on Bubbles the Powerpuff Girl would be if she were subsequently tattooed on Battle Angel Alita’s bottom, in might give you an idea of just how cute my wife is. At any rate, she’s very cute.
She is a hottie. She wiggles and jiggles in ways you simply cannot imagine, and has the . . . ok, you get it.
She’s smart. Not just smart in a College Educated sort of way, but also with a great deal of common sense and the ability to remember virtually anything of importance at any moment.
She’s naughty. Nuff said.
She’s sick and twisted in ways that constantly surprise me.
She’s creative and makes everything more beautiful than it was before she touched it.
She has the most beautiful hair, in every shade you can imagine and in every style possible.
She’s sensitive and kind to others, but not afraid to carve up the Christmas turkey while it’s still breathing if she’s hungry. :: FTR, she can eat more than anyone I’ve ever met and still remain petite. She a size 0, except where it counts she’s a 2. hehehe.
She’s responsible and charming when company is present and responsible when company leaves.
She can be wildly irresponsible when she wants to be, and often joins me in such behavior.
In short, she helps to make me the man that I am, and I couldn’t imagine wanting to be anyone else.
She doesn’t like sports, but she also doesn’t mind me watching them, though she does like to make sure I am aware of her presence once or twice an hour while I’m watching them. She’s getting better at doing this during the commercials (eventually it’ll be boring commercials, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here;)). I have found that golf is one of very few sports boring to me, and I have never found any substantial fun in playing it. So it’s not an issue.
She does still use “always” and “never” when they aren’t applicable, but it’s easy enough to tell if she’s joking. But there are some things you might have neglected to say about your wife that are very apparent in my hunny:
She loves to bake. Loves it. Makes batter instead of buying it.
Lounges around in not-much and doesn’t usually mind too much if I play (within reason) with her.
Has no qualms with, when we’re spooning, me putting one arm under her neck (she puts it there, actually) and me putting the hand on my other arm on her right boob.
The phrase (and I have yet to, given the circumstances, find any sexier) “I want you to be the father of my children” has come out of her mouth describing me.
Stuff I won’t tell my parents I’ve told her. Stuff I’d be afraid to tell a therapist or religious leader-type person I can tell her.
I can relax around her in ways I simply can’t around any other human.
And then there’s the stuff I haven’t thought of because I’ve gotten so accustomed to it that it seems normal.
My husboy Ryan has his birthday this week. He’ll be 25! I dont even remember when I was 25. Anyway…I asked him what he wanted to do, he said “I want to do something special for you.” Awww! Plus he knows what kind of tampons I like and isnt scared to buy them. After only 9 months of marriage too!
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