Back in February of 2011, The Wife decided to join me for my German class at Portland Community College (PCC). We had a few hours to kill before class, so we stopped at a Hawaiian-themed karaoke bar on North Interstate called Alibi, where I ordered a big, steaming pile of macaroni salad. Immediately, I began complaining about the food and the fact that I didn’t feel like going to German class that night, which earned me the following rebuke:
THE WIFE: “Don’t be a dick in a tiki bar.”
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Oh God, My Wife Is German. 
I cannot even begin to tell you how much your wife ROCKS. But you probably already know. You know, since you married her and all.
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I will definitely pass that along! Thank you!
How are things with your blog going?
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Going. Thanks for asking. My friends read it, my husband doesn’t. He’s in the dog house. Again. Will he *ever* learn? Ha ha!
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Well, now I’m reading it. :) I also just followed you on Twitter (@mywifeisgerman) so let’s help each other out!
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Sounds like a plan!
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