RUSS

Okay, here is a perfect example of why I love Russ.

Yesterday, a co-worker was having an issue that caused us to go to Dear Abby on-line to see what the Advise Guru might say about her situation. While there, I read a letter from a woman who saw her son get in a car with a “strange woman” and she was asking Abby if she should tell her daughter-in-law about it. (For the record, Abby said don’t talk to your daughter-in-law, talk to your SON. Duh.)

Anyway, all this really has nothing to do with Russ, except that I told him about it over dinner, and I happened to mention that I agreed with Abby, and that the son should have a chance to explain what he was doing with the strange woman, because there could be a good explanation. I noted that whenever something like this happens in movies or TV, everybody goes into a tizzy, only to discover later that the potential louse was actually meeting with a jeweler because he wanted to buy his beloved some incredible, expensive piece of jewelry as a birthday or anniversary gift. You’ve seen this plotline a half dozen times already at least…right?

Now. Later that night, we’re watching Veronica Mars. At the end of the show, Logan says it was wrong that a friend of his got arrested, because he knows the friend didn’t do it, because he was WITH that friend at the time of the crime. Veronica asks, “Where were you? Why were you with him? What were you doing?” And Logan says, “I can’t tell you.”

Mystery. What was Logan doing that he cannot tell his most beloved girlfriend? Well, Russ suggested…you got it….”Maybe he was meeting with a jeweler because he wanted to buy something for Veronica.”

Mildly amusing. Completely ridiculous as far as the show goes, but mildly amusing. More importantly, it shows me that Russ actually LISTENS to me. Not only does he listen, but he actually REMEMBERS what I say. He thinks what I say is important enough to listen to AND remember.

And I also love his wit, that he can take these little gems and bring them out and dust them off at precisely the right time.

He’s a keeper.

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