People, I did it. You can please congratulate me. This is big. Actually, big doesn’t even begin to describe it. This is bigger than that. No make that even bigger than bigger than that.
Last week, I passed the test. I climbed the mountain. I swam past sharks. Last week, in fact, I survived one more year of marriage. It wasn’t easy, mind you, there were many, many close moments, like when I forgot her brother’s name, or when I started wearing her clothes in public, but eventually, I got the ball over the line, and survived my 23rd year of marriage.
Let me now explain to 22% of our readers, who are unmarried. Marriage, to me, is like batting on the bouncy Perth wicket in Australia. You have to watch over the first few overs, and then it generally becomes easier for batting. However, as it gets easier, you must not get complacent, or you may lose your wicket.
