get me
i love my wife. as my friend lee would put it, she gets me. the other day i came home from noontime hockey and she asked, why is your shirt on inside out? i looked down at my shirt, which was clearly on inside out, and said, it's not. she looked at me. she looked at my shirt. then the most beautiful flicker of a smile danced on the corners of her mouth. whose shirt is it? it's jack's. i borrowed it so i wouldn't have to play on jim's team.