Drinking And Thinking

I'm sitting here, tipping a few amber bottles and listening to one of the greatest bands ever. Bad Company is who I mean. First album. One of the best albums ever released. And I'm thinking about life.
I have a wife who cuts me no slack. None. She is hard on me. If she feels I need to move on something, she builds a fire under me. That's not a figure of speech. I mean an actual fire. It can be a problem at times. She pushes me all the time. It's why I'm at where I'm at. I could never have done it without her. Sometimes I tell her I prefer to try it that way. But I never mean it. I wouldn't trade her for the entire world. She is the reason I am who I am and what I am.

Why am I telling you this? Because I think I just realized it myself. I bitch about her. A lot. Too much probably. No, for sure it's too much. Why do I do it? I don't know. Should I do it? Absolutely not. Will I continue to do it? Probably. But I'll never mean it. I love her more than life itself. And I've just realized that too. Sometimes I'm slow that way.

But don't tell her. She'll build another fire under me. And that's hard on my blue jeans.