I sometimes wonder about the inner workings of a man’s mind. I picture monkeys banging on rocks or a lazy hamster only half-trying to keep his squeaky wheel moving. Sometimes, I imagine Homer Simpson scratching himself.
I’d like to believe that my husband is more evolved than these clichéd images. That, somehow, I’ve married better than that.
However, I have to admit that sometimes his brain just works differently than mine. He’s funny (both ha-ha funny and weird funny). So, in writing my acknowledgements, I decided to conquer that brain of his, to climb inside for just a moment or two, and take a stab at what they might have looked like if he’d been allowed to write them for me.
I think this is what my editor might have opened:
This book is dedicated to my beautiful and brilliant husband, if it weren’t for him I would probably be waiting tables in a diner in Nowhere, USA. I owe everything I am and ever will be to him. I bow down to him, for he is not only all knowing but is my personal gift from God. He is the wind beneath my wings!
(*cue sappy music*)
Note: Some other people helped me figure out the technical aspects related to search and rescue, and the cooperation that occurs between Police and Fire.
By the way, not even close.