So I Married a Singer

I married the love of my life, Sulema, almost a month ago.  Sulema really enjoys singing and has an excellent sense of humor, particularly when she's tired and has just eaten sugar.  Sometimes, I am serenaded by whatever she has running around in her head.  Sometimes, there's also sweet dance moves included in said serenading.  

Last night, she started out by running around the house, raucously singing love songs to a hair brush whilst flipping her beautiful black hair better than any Beyoncé impressionist.  The second part of the act was to grab onto any object that was screwed down and awkwardly twerk between and during aforementioned singing and hair flipping.  This went on for a solid ten minutes that would have made any Miley Cyrus and/or Tina Turner fan proud.

The grand finale occured while we both were brushing our teeth.   She had just finished the fifth chorus to the late Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance with Somebody" when she abruptly stops, lifts her left leg, squints her eyes in fierce concentration, and fires off her "butt trumpet" as I like to call it.   Yeah, she passed gas quite loudly as a period to her exquisite machinations.  

After that climax, we both couldn't breathe for a while, and Sulema, who has a very strong gag reflex, started choking and dry heaving on her toothpaste while still laughing.  This, I'm embarrassed to say, made me laugh harder.

Yeah, she's pretty amazing, I know.  We've definitely had our adjustments learning how to live and to thrive together, and I'm sure both those learning opportunities will continue for a long time, but we're definitely having fun along the way.