We all have something about ourselves to be proud of. Now stop right there all you grammarians. I realize that the correct sentence is “We all have something about ourselves of which we are proud.” But that sounds very snooty. So I’m sticking with the first sentence. And if it seems like I’m going on and on about the first sentence and you have just realized that I haven’t actually referred to the content of the first sentence but just the grammar of it, you’ll be getting an idea about what I am referring.
My savantness. Or savantivity. Or whatever you want to call it. My husband has been known to refer to it as verbal vomiting. But make no mistake about it.
I am a verbal savant.
The picture above speaks a thousand words. Which spares you from having to listen to me speak a thousand words. But man, do I like to talk. And I’m proud of it. Filters are for faucets; filters are for coffee machines; filters are for swimming pools. No filters for this gal.
The man in this picture bears a striking resemblance to Thomas Jefferson. However, originally, his head was turned towards me. Now he’s like my husband…..trying to ignore the onslaught of words. And look at my smile!! I don’t even realize that he’s turned away from me.
Do I have other talents? Naturally. I like to think that I’m an excellent teacher. Lots of meaningful conversations (plus lectures…yay). I hope that I’m a wonderful mother/grandmother/sister/cousin/friend. Lots of meaningful conversations. Most importantly, I hope that I’m a wonderful wife. But here’s the rub……my husband has learned how to be a tune-out-my-wife-savant.
What makes our marriage work so well? Opposite savantness attracts.