I Married A Crazy Person

Well, in case you didn't know. I married a crazy person. That's right, my wife, the person whom I share a bed with, is crazy.

Now, I know I'm not the most normal guy in the world, but Lila... wow!

Atleast once a day, she'll have these crazy giggle-fests that just leave you slackjawed and staring. The giggle-fests are so bizzare, the slightest thing will make her laugh in hysterics. The other day for example, I turned on a light and she burst into laughter, like I was Gallagher (not one, Gallagher 2.).

Therefore, I've decided to let you all in on the insanity. Every now and then I'll let you all know about her, uhm... ecentricities. Begnining with, the Pringles obession.

I hate Pringles, with a passion. They aren't potato chips, they're not even real food. They're mixed-up tennis balls wanting to eaten. Of course, Lila loves Pringles, absolutely adores them, in the three and a half weeks we've been married, I'd say she's gone through four 'tubes' of Pringles. Disgusting.

Now, some of you may of heard of Lipton's Chicken Rice. Not particurarly tasty, in fact there's no chicken taste to it, at all. But, I like it because it's filling. Lila was dying to try it, so I cooked it, she tasted it and she did this.

Yeah, that's smashed up Pringles in there. A few minutes later, she put a slab of raw butter in there.

"The trick is," she said, "is you can't let the butter melt." As she proceeded to put a large bite of the rice-pringles-butter monstrosity in to her mouth.

"What kind of drugs is this girl on?" I thought to myself.

Well, that's all I have for now, but the insanity will continue, and I wouldn't change for anything in the world.