To most, the term goofball probably isn’t a term of endearment.

To me, it’s one of the highest complements I can pay.

Life is serious, yes. Being an adult requires time and attention and work. It’s not easy, and sometimes it’s not much fun.

But I’m lucky to know a bunch of people who understand that we also need to have fun. That we need to laugh and enjoy each other, even when things might not be the greatest.

For me, people who understand this — the ones who see the absurdities in themselves and in everything around them, and are able to laugh about it — are people to be cherished. When you meet one of those — one of my goofballs — you hold on to them, because they’re going to make your life a better place to be. I have dozens of friends who fit this description, and I’m thankful for each and every one of you.

But there’s one goof whose spirit aligned so closely with mine that I knew — not long after we met, in fact — that I had to marry her.

And I did, 12 years ago today.

Happy anniversary to Mrs. Crappy, my favorite goofball. After all this time, she still makes my life better each and every day.

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  8. Congrats on the many years and many more to come –

    I’m not a doctor – although I’ve often pretened to be one – but my initial analays of Mrs. Crappy is that she may have a mild case of Tardive dyskinesia.

    I could be wrong- maybe it is just a side effect of all of those goofballs.

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