Shlomo, Shlomo, Shlomo

I thought I would share a few observances from my beloved as of late and my retorts. It might give a little insight into our relationship.

• Shlomo hates when I put links in the blog. He does not like to have to click to see things I mention like this, this, or this.
• If you know us, you know that our most common disagreement is over his Blackberry. I have finally given up and decided if you can't beat him, join him. My Blackberry Pearl should arrive in 5 to 7 working days.
• He has now ventured into the world of the French-cuffed shirts (or as the Republicans would say Freedom-cuffed shirts). I am still uneasy about his as cufflinks are both my domain and my trademark. However, him having a few stylish pairs simply means more at my disposal.
• We both seem to share an obsession over this. That was for you, Shlomo. That's not grrrrrrr-eat!
• However, he has been very complimentary of the coconut- and banana-meringue pies that I made this week. I think he learned his lesson about criticizing my cooking on Thanksgiving. That was a fun experience.

But all kidding aside, Shlomo. I love you more than anything. I cannot and do not want to imagine my life without you. Now, seriously, who would buy those shoes? However, maybe I should get them as they would match this.