Me: Yeah, I sort of, vaguely, kinda remember when that happened.
Wife: That was kind of an important event.
Me: I'm not saying it wasn't an important event. I showed up because it was important. It just wasn't worth remembering afterward.
Wife: I love you and by that I mean, "There are days I want to kill you."
One stoic's look at living in the Upper Midwest, mostly about time spent outdoors, dogs, and food.
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