How was I able to marry Cathi?... I still have no idea.

I was recently asked by a woman how in the world I landed such a cute wife.  A strange thing to ask, I know.  But I guess the truth stings a little.  However, the truthful truthiness is I really have no idea how I ended up with a brunette bombshell with adorable dimples and a killer smile;  a girl that really should have not even given me a second look.  I have concocted a few good theories of thought:

• She knew I would make her wealthy beyond her wildest dreams.  
• She knew that I would begin a blog that is read by literally dozens of readers a day.
• She had a strange fetish for guys that eat strange things for attention.
• She thought I had a "sweet spirit".
• For once, "I look for a guy with a good sense of humor" was actually true!
• Her Great Aunt told her that she thought I was a "nice boy".
• She got jealous when Cindy Crawford would not stop calling me!
• She felt sorry for my sorry self.
• She knew our kids would make her laugh, which they do.
• My movie-star, sizzling thigh muscles.
• My obvious sense of style.
• The way that I never opened the door for her because I thought that was stupid.
• My thick, swarthy, luxuriant arm hair.
• I promised her that I would get some "work done".  

Clearly, I have no idea how I, a pea-brained, neanderthal geek, that once shaved his eyebrows completely off for a laugh (another blog for another day), ended up with such a smoking hot, stunning beauty.  I actually don't care how I got her, I am just grateful to wake up in the morning, look over at my beautiful wife and give God a divine, metaphorical God high five for how truly blessed I am.  

So thank you, person that asked the strange question about my ability to attract a highly attractive female.  Thank you for reminding me how lucky I am.