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Why I Married Crazy

I’d like to formally introduce you all to my husband.

This is Kyle.

He is many things.  Wicked smart.  An excellent cook.  A lover of boobies.  And an amazing husband.

He is also batshit crazy.

Why do I say this?  (Besides the fact that he married me in the first place?)

We were driving home yesterday, talking about our schedule for today, and Kyle casually mentioned his plans for the day.  He got up at 7am and drove to a mountain a half-hour away for a couple hours of morning skiing.  THEN he will be going to his theatre, where he will be working for the afternoon and into the evening.  And THEN he will be going to my theatre, where he moonlights with me until probably midnight or so.  He will be going full-throttle from early in the morning until quite late at night, but he mentions these plans as casually as if he were planning to pick up some milk on the way home.

The thing is, as amazed as I am by Kyle’s relentless energy and willingness to work more than a human being should, it’s not totally unsurprising.  Kyle’s never been afraid of work.  Hard work.  Annoying work.  Tedious work.  Work that no one else wants to do, but really needs to be done.  (With the exception of folding laundry.)  Until his brother came to visit last weekend, he hadn’t taken a day completely off from one of his jobs in ages.  And this concept doesn’t bother him at all.  It’s just how he is.

Even the early morning skiing isn’t really surprising.  Okay, the early morning part is a little surprising.  We’re talking about the man who will sleep until noon without a problem.  And then get angry at me because I woke him up at noon.  So the fact that he’s decided to get up at 7am of his own free will is a little surprising.  But it also speaks volumes about how much he loves skiing.

So even though it means he will spend the rest of the day exhausted and likely smelling of wet wool, he got up early this morning to go skiing.  Before working two jobs.  Until very late tonight.

Which is absolutely crazy.

Which is why I love him.

(Also, because he has a really nice ass.)

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  • Camels & Chocolate January 21, 2011, 11:08 am

    YOUR husband loves boobies? MY husband loves boobies! Did we accidentally marry the same dude?

    (Hi, Kyle! Nice to formally make your acquaintance!)

    Uncanny, isn’t it?

  • Katy January 21, 2011, 7:12 pm

    I’m glad things aren’t changing that much…and completely jealous that it’s even possible for Kyle to get up and ski before work. 🙂

  • doahleigh January 23, 2011, 4:38 pm

    That IS crazy. That guy needs a break. Tell him to take a vacation!

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