We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This guy is a new breed of preacher. Here's an engaging sermon for ya today (h/t reader). Two quotes: "If you're married, you are married to somebody with quirks." Also, "The lack of fighting in a marriage worries me."
Lack of scrapping in a marriage worries me too. It's not good manners when you don't argue over the important things. It means that you don't care enough to clear the decks of misunderstandings. As a veteran of marriage [one sad one, one bad one, and one worth fighting for] I've got my wound stripes. But after forty years married to a good man whom I respect, it's been more than worth it in happiness and closeness.
I marvel at our friends/acquaintances whom comment that we have a perfect marriage, and how we do it. I laugh loudly.
We don't fight like cats/dogs, but we do have our donnybrooks, from time/time - its like an emotional capacitor - the release of what is held back does clear the decks, and allows 'normal' life to continue.
I also often laugh at the kissy-poo, lovie-dovie types, and am quite happy with Mrs. (she REALLY don't like the Ms. moniker) Zeppelin - she's not afraid to call me an a$$, or much worse, when its called for, gives great counsel, keeps me at even keel, and gets much the same when she tacks off course. If that's a perfect marriage, then, we're doing it right.
Bennie Hill had the classic joke, and it 'fits' our marriage - "Grandpa was a guerrilla fighter - Grandma was a guerrilla..."