"Team work makes the dream work, Baby!" She's grinning at me like I'm a gomer again. God, I love her.
"O.k. Here's the plan," I say. "You're going to find someone to marry us, all legal-like. And I'm going to take care of the rest." I grin at her.
"Oh! And a dress- you are in charge of the dress. ready. set. break!"
She's looking at me incredulously. (Remember? 760 SAT Word, baby.)
"Did you really just say ' ready. set. break!' in regard to our wedding plans? You are such a dork."
Yes, she knows me well.