My heart just skipped 2.5 beats.
A few minutes ago, I came home: my wife had just left for her work. On my computer monitor, a page of Ultimatecarpages.com was left on. It was of a Real Ford GT Roadster:
My mind whirled: my wife doesn't like cars. She doesn't know anything about classic cars, certainly not an extremely obscure variant like the Roadster. Why is this page up?
I called her up.
"Hi, honey, it's me. What's this about the Ford GT Roadster photo on the computer?"
She replied, "I looked in your browser history . . . "
What? I thought, she's looking in my browser history? She wants to see five bazillion photos of cars?
I was thinking so hard her next statement was but a fragment, "I found a nice photo . . . buy it."
BUY IT! My heart soared to a scary height.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I found a nice photo for you to look at. It's not as if I am hinting for you to buy it."
Crash!
"Oh. Okay. Thanks. I love you: bye."
"I love you. Bye."
Do you see why I have hung on to her for thirty-three years? Why I will never let her go? She wanted me to have a nice photo to look at on the computer and she found it and she left it for me.
And, when I am not paying attention, she is such a tease!
Bassanio et Portia
A few minutes ago, I came home: my wife had just left for her work. On my computer monitor, a page of Ultimatecarpages.com was left on. It was of a Real Ford GT Roadster:

My mind whirled: my wife doesn't like cars. She doesn't know anything about classic cars, certainly not an extremely obscure variant like the Roadster. Why is this page up?
I called her up.
"Hi, honey, it's me. What's this about the Ford GT Roadster photo on the computer?"
She replied, "I looked in your browser history . . . "
What? I thought, she's looking in my browser history? She wants to see five bazillion photos of cars?
I was thinking so hard her next statement was but a fragment, "I found a nice photo . . . buy it."
BUY IT! My heart soared to a scary height.
"What did you say?"
"I said, I found a nice photo for you to look at. It's not as if I am hinting for you to buy it."
Crash!
"Oh. Okay. Thanks. I love you: bye."
"I love you. Bye."
Do you see why I have hung on to her for thirty-three years? Why I will never let her go? She wanted me to have a nice photo to look at on the computer and she found it and she left it for me.
And, when I am not paying attention, she is such a tease!
Bassanio et Portia
