In case anyone was wondering, I live with a singular personality. The other day, I came home from work and my wife informed me that she had come up with the first joke for her new traveling national podiatrist conference comedy routine (No lie--she actually said that--I'm not making this up). After starting and stopping and thinking hard for a minute she said, "Oh, wait, I've got it now... have you ever noticed how obscessed with professionals America is? We've got professional singers, professional athletes--we even have professional dog groomers.... We're an over-pro-nation!" It turns out she was making up jokes for a hypothetical podiatrist conference in the shower that afternoon.

So you can imagine my thoughts tonight when she told me she had written the first page of her forthcoming children's book entitled "The House with a Red Door." She then recited the first page that goes something like this... "this is a story about a house with a red door, and the people who live inside." Life keeps getting better and better.

The greatest moment, though, was when she then told me that she had also written the first line of the cookbook she is creating... "one quarter teaspoon nutmeg." I love my wife!

(She also has a song with one line... ur... um... one syllable I mean. It starts out "Oooohh....")