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[rushthatspeaks]

I love my wife. I was recently having one of those I-hate-the-world-and-everything-in-it-and-also-I-suck moments, and was going on about it, and she struck me very very lightly in the face with her left hand and told me that she was calling me out for insulting her wife, which was not a thing that she would stand for. And then of course I pictured myself fighting a desperate duel for my own honour, complete with foils at dawn, seconds (the cats), and myself as the onlooking injured party utterly uncertain whose side I should be taking (my loving and gorgeous spouse's, she so willing to put herself in danger for me, or my own, for I must confess I look dashing in the grey dawn light despite being such an utter cad-- what a choice for a lady!).

Now I feel better.

Best. Wife. Ever.

I'd totally win, too, since as far as I know Ruth doesn't fence and I have, except that I'd have to throw myself across Ruth's breast and plead with myself not to hurt her, and then of course I would be swayed by my own dramatic pleas, and, forswearing my rakish ways, nobly retire to the country. This seems a bit inconvenient, especially at this time of year, so I fear I shall be forced to call the fight, and consider myself sadly to be no gentleman.

Maybe I could apologize. Hmm. I'll have to see if I would accept a handsome letter of considerable contrition. I should hate to be forced to give myself the cut direct in the street.

In conclusion, I don't suck. And I really, really love being married.

Comments

[prisminawindow.livejournal.com]

*grins* This is marvelous.

[sovay]

Of course, as First Lord of the Treasury, I could propose a special vote that would cover all expenses, if it were not that, as Leader of the Opposition, it would be my duty to resist it, tooth and nail. Or, as Paymaster General, I could so cook the accounts that, as Lord High Auditor, I should never discover the fraud. But then, as Archbishop of Titipu, it would be my duty to denounce my dishonesty and give myself into my own custody as first Commissioner of Police.

You so totally don't suck.

[mixedborder.livejournal.com]

Heheh, I was reminded of a G&S quote too, only in my case it was the Lord Chancellor:
Can he give his own consent to his own marriage with his own Ward? Can he marry his own Ward without his own consent? And if he marries his own Ward without his own consent, can he commit himself for contempt of his own Court? And if he commit himself for contempt of his own Court, can he appear by counsel before himself, to move for arrest of his own judgement? Ah, my Lords, it is indeed painful to have to sit upon a woolsack which is stuffed with such thorns as these!

[homasse.livejournal.com]

All I have to say is "Awwwww!"

[eredien]

That is adorable.
And you don't suck.

And it turns out that the improv is due out around 9:30 so I can go to the animated thingy--Rachel wanted to know if she could come too. Talk more after work, yah?

[larryhammer]

Moments like those make it all good.

---L.

[shahnasa.livejournal.com]

::is inspired::
Still in the mood to comment lots and write little,
B

[redbird]

That is gorgeous.

It may be that you should send a handsome letter of contrition to your wife, since she's the one who called you out.

[aug2uga.livejournal.com]

That's about the funniest duel I've ever heard of. You both win.

[zdenka]

Hmm. Being struck in the face usually requires one (in this case, you) to fight a duel, but my understanding is that a duel is not de rigeur for a private insult, if the involved parties consider honor to be satisfied.

If further doubt remains, however, you could consult your seconds.

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

They purred, but I couldn't tell whether it was a point of protocol.