As I look up a good citation to replace a flawed wikipedia article:

My fiancé: (singing and dancing to the tune of Good Vibrations): Good, good, good, good citations…

I roll my eyes.

My fiancé: Fair warning: This is what you’re stuck with.*

I think this is going to be one of those blogs (like Epbot and Like the Vodka) where the spouse provides rich material for blog posts. Although my man is no Russian. Also, no true Scotsman. But more on that later.

* The wedding is in less than two months. I think he’s trying to scare me away because he just realised what a bluestocking I am.