You learn something new...

After being married for almost eight years, I just learned that my husband was a member of a bell choir when he was a teen. Yes, a bell choir. You know, those people that ring bells. White gloves and all. I said that bell choirs have got to be the cheesiest of all "musicians". (Love you hon!) He played the huge ones. The ones that go "bong!" rather than "ding" or "dong". He said it's not easy playing those big bells. I said it's a wee bit, I don't know, wimpy? Now lest you think my man is a "musician" rather than a musician, let me set you straight. The man's got talent. He can play acoustic guitar, bass guitar, drums, a little piano, and can sing (and DJ). These are all hawt qualities in a man.

Bell choir? Not so much.

But here's the kicker, people. He joined this bell choir... for a girl.

Ah yes, because nothing says "Do you love me? Check yes or no!" quite so effectively as cheesy white gloves and big brass bells that go "bong!".

Last year I learned that he can throw pottery (strangely, also hawt).

Three years ago, he finally told me he does not like turkey lunch meat after the poor man ate countless turkey lunch meat sandwiches I made for him (and still does, bless his soul).

While we were watching America's Got Talent last week, I learned that he knows entirely way too much about Riverdance. Riverdance! I still don't know why. I'm not sure I want to.

We're proof positive that even when you've been married almost a decade and know each other better than you know yourselves, marriage can still be interesting.

Now I really want a kiln and pottery wheel.

"Bong!"