On a particularly spasmatic day of my life, I was running from audition to tech to a show, not allowing enough time in between. These are the days my wife dreads, because I then call her to ask her for at least a dozen favors.
She bails me out, and before I hang up I realize that my life is probably about twelve times crazier than she thought it was going to be when she married me.
I pause for reflection.
“Becky, can I ask you a question?”
“What’s it like being married to me?”
“Well…my ear is sticky.”
“There’s mango juice in my phone.”
That pretty much sums it up.