Apples (or oranges)

You know the nice thing about apples?  They don't talk back to you.  They just accept their lot in life.  I've had some foods that will fight me from entrance to exit, but apples give no trouble at all.

My wife, Mifa, has been giving me apples quite regularly with my lunch for a while now.  People often talk about an unequal comparison as 'comparing apples to oranges'.  Ironically, I like them both equally.  Fortunately, my wife packs oranges for me as well.  The choice between apples and oranges isn't overly complicated either, as it usually is depending on what was on sale at the market (or what she was able to pick off my mother-in-law's tree).

I was going somewhere with this, but I forgot.  Oh well.  The blog title does say 'random thoughts'.  You're getting what you paid for.

(Actually, I just remembered where I was going with this)

Anyway, my wife has been a wonderful, loving companion.  She packs apples (or oranges) with my lunch because she loves me.  Today, we've been married 10 years.  I hope she continues to pack apples (read: loves me) for the next 50+ years.  I know I will.