There are times - fairly frequent times actually, that I'm pretty sure Christian just looks at me and ponders the atrocious bad luck he suffered to end up being married to me. Don't get me wrong, I know he loves me, but let's be honest, I'm not the smartest cookie in the barrel. Or even on the shelf. And Christian is. I'm sure I've pointed out before that he would be most people's Phone A Friend.
I just feel sometimes that at the end of the day he may have been better off marrying someone who is not quite as dense as me.
And just to give you the full demonstration, here is a conversation we had a dinner yesterday.
Me: (reading the salt container) Holy shit, our salt expired in 2006!!!
Christian: I repeat, and???
Me: That was ages ago, I mean it's probably all icky and stuff by now.
Christian: It's salt. What exactly do you think would happen to it?
Me: I dunno, go mouldy or something.
Christian: (with a 'look' and speaking in a tone suitable for a five year old) You don't see the ocean going mouldy do you?
So if anyone knows of a cute, single, Nobel prize winning chick, preferably with perky boobs (in other words the complete opposite of me) let me know so I can introduce them ;-)