Marry Well

Do I write about the guy leaning up against the pole on the subway that Katie out-crazied on her way home from work today?

Or do I write about us lying on the couch, bloated after eating too much Indian food, her head in my lap? I asked a question about whether or not she thought she would actually throw up if I touched a certain spot on her tummy, and we laughed until tears ran down her cheeks into her ears.

Whatever I write about, she usually makes it more interesting, and more fun.