I got dis runnin' joke wit' my wife, who's 73. If we're going outta da house for whatever reason, I'll say "Oh man baby you're gonna make me look good today." And then we're out and running an errand and it's, "You makin' me look really good right now." And of course she scoffs at my enthusiasm. So today we're doing our weekly food charity thing in Centro. We come upon a coupla regulars, one who plays ukelele, and the other a shoe-shiner. I say "how y'all doin' Master of Music, and Master of Shine?" They say they're doing fine, and, "Izzat ya wife? She's muy guapa (very nice-looking)." I say, she is! Every day I tell God muchas gracias que ella es mi esposa/ thank you God that she's my wife! She made those sandwiches. They are so fine, you can't eat them, you hafta jus' admire 'em. And they are laughing, and saying oh no we got it! So my point is, from now on if wife discounts my indirect compliments, I can say, "What about those guys in Parque Calderon? They're objective; you should trust their opinion, since they are not blinded by love."
