Oh, I forgot this part! During this morning's conversation, he said, "We are so blessed, I don't know why you have to get hung up on nitpicky bullchit." (referring to our anniversary weekend)

I wanted SO BAD to say, "Oh really, Mr. Chair? *I* get hung up on nitpicky bullchit?" I refrained and said, "I know we're blessed."

(if anyone reading along doesn't know, my H used to come home and chew out the entire family for a chair in the living room not being in the correct spot, by less than an inch, but stopped doing that after Steve Harley told him to get evaluated for OCD, and I offered (okay, threatened) to nail it to the floor)

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.
(Oscar Wilde)