i think marriage is all about accepting certain things about people.

mike accepts that i don't care for the movies l.a. story and let it ride.

i accept that he has never read tales of a fourth grade nothing and that he doesn't know the song about the hole in the bottom of the sea (there's a bump on a log in the hole in the middle of the sea!).

last night, however, we may have run into a problem. i started singing the song about johnny verbeck, the guy who makes sausages from the neighbors' cats and dogs (how could you be so mean! i told you you'd be sorry for inventing that machine!) and eventually gets ground to sausage himself by his sleepwalking wife.

not only did mike not recognize the song, he wasn't sure that he could overlook the fact that i did know it - and that it was a favorite song that my parents used to sing to me all the time.

i'm just hoping that the fact that he never read sideways stories from wayside school will balance us out. we'll see.