Hehehe…
I can’t decide if you’re a bad man or a riot to live with. Either way, I think Mrs. Scylla is a candidate for Sainthood. 
Scylla, you’re again my hero. All we need to do is give you some White Castle hamburgers and we’ve got Hollywood magic.
Of course, you’re too busy, er, um, celebrating tonight to go buy some of God’s 44% whole beef laxatives.
I’m another person who’s introduction the SDMB was your Nazi Groundhog thread, and I make a point of reading every thread you start.
Thanks for shining another light here! And a belated happy birthday to Mrs. Scylla.
Well, that’s it and it is official: you are the Doper a most want to meet with this simple caveat: I get to meet the Mrs. too.
You know, the shame of this is that the classic line “Does she have any sisters?” just won’t work because, obviously, there aren’t any more like her at home.
Wonderful stories and I hope to one day be so lucky as to have stories of my own of love, laughing and life to share. You rock, Scylla. Keep sharing, it gives us single folk hope.
Dude, Scylla, you rule and so does your wife. I wish I could write about psycat the way you write about your wife(wanna write a love letter to her for me? You could be Cyrano DeScylla or something :D). Happy birthday to Mrs. Scylla and congratulations to you both for finding each other.
Happy Birthday!! Best Wishes!! You don’t need wishes, though----you are creating your own. With tears in my eyes I smile at your family,** Scylla.**
Don’t forget to save this thread for your daughter, too. You’ve got the makings for some great family stories here!
Best of luck and love to the both of you.
pesch
Just a reminder there’s more to life than farm animals.
Boy, I know that one! Where do you folks think I got so much practice before I started here?
Thanks for the wonderful, yeah-I-skipped-forward-to-make-sure-the-ending-was-happy-but-I’m-welling-up-anyway, story. And give that wife of yours a hug. And your girl.
{{{{{Scyllas}}}}}
Wife one hour after caesarian story–
Nurse: How did you get in here?
Wife: I walked
Nurse: Who took out your IV?
Wife: I did.
Nurse: Why are you taking a shower?
Wife: Figured I’d clean up before the anesthesia wore off.
Moral I got out of that exchange–
I’ll mess with ANYBODY but her. I’m crazy. I’m not that smart. But I’m not crazy stupid.
I’m a johnny-come-lately here, since the first post I read, after thinking to myself, “threadspotting,…hmmm” was ewe sluts. Upon that first read, seeing the prose, the user-names, the sig-lines, the puns, but especially the prose, was ‘I’m home’. Living far away from the funny, eclectic, brilliant bunch of fools I grew to know over 5 or 6 years in NC, an on-line community like this is a wonderful thing to see, and maybe be a part of. And I will remember your writing as what drew me to it.
But I digress from my intended point here. I only hope someday to both meet a woman that deserves and inspires the type of love and commitment you show, and that I’d be worthy of the same. Congratulations to you both and while the road may be rocky at times you both have the best kind of help to make it worthwhile.
-Ted
I have tried this tactic and have failed several times. I salute your wife!
Psssst! Mrs. Scylla, instead of lobbing keys at him to get his attention, put socks over each of your hands and carry out a conversation with the pair. It’s marvelously entertaining and your husband will be convinced you are insane and want to take you out more.
Scylla, you totally rock. You got me when you put in “Happy Birthday” at the end.
Thank you for sharing your talent of writing with us.
Happy Birthday Mrs. Scylla, you are a very lucky woman.