Big Guy: You’re wearing my jacket.

Me: What’s yours is mine, honey.

BG: I don’t understand these marriage economics yet.

Me: Which ones? The ones where a teenage daughter equals an empty wallet?

BG: The whole thing. The University of Illinois has a respected economics department. I studied business for years. I still don’t understand marriage economics.

Me: Maybe you skipped a few classes.

BG: Mmmmhh.

Me: This jacket is much softer than the other one I borrowed. Did you just roll your eyes at me? You weren’t wearing it. How many jackets can you wear at once, anyway?

BG: It’s mine. MINE!

Last weekend I asked him, “When you were a teenager, did you ever think someday you’d be spending your Friday night in a Walgreens pharmacy line getting medicine for your stepdaughter, and listening to Rush’s ‘Tom Sawyer’ on the store speakers?”

On the other hand, I never thought I would spend a Friday night helping at a Rotary Club bingo game during “Village Days”. At forty, I was the second youngest person in the bingo tent. You can imagine how willingly I went. Good thing I love that big guy.