My Beauriful Wife

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CHU CHU CHU CHANGES UPDATE:

Never got the Parakeets, my wife and her former apartment mate ended up starving them to death months before we were married.

Being Married

Being Married is kind of like riding your first big rollercoaster, you get in at the beginning with your mate next to you and then the bar comes down to make sure that neither one of you will be leaving for the duration of the ride. You feel excitement as the ride begins, anticipation, excitement, fear, then you begin moving forward and up and your anticipation heightens and you know this is going to be fun. Then comes the drop, its big and it's fast and steep, it puts your stomach in your throat,then there is a lot of screaming. You bottom out and start another climb. Then there is a loop, and then you go through a corkscrew, and then up and down some more ...hills? Then two cars ahead of you the lid of somebody's 36 ounce collectable refillale cup that is strapped to their belt with a plastic caribeaner comes apart and drenches everyone behind them with syrupy cola beverage and you hear someone say, "Hey! This isn't a water ride!"......Okay, so maybe marriage is nothing like a rollercoaster at all, because marraige doesnt end unless you die or if there is some major malfunction, and if those were the only two ways off of a rollercoaster, I don't think that many people would ride them. Well, nobody reads this anyway.