You know how some women will say that they have an extra child – their husband? Or, in my case, one child – Dr. M. Once again Dr. M & I have proven that we are Opposite Couple. He cooks & does laundry, & until recently was the primary grocery shopper. He’s a lot more "feeling" than I am – I’m not
logical, exactly, but I often review situations dispassionately. He really is an all-round most excellent husband – and father, apparently, with me being the child. Sometimes he just shakes his head at me as I muddle along as if I’ve never done an adult thing in my life.
So last night we were laying in bed (or is it lying? I can never remember), trying to remember which dead white guy was on the fifty dollar bill. We had just watched a documentary on Alexander Hamilton (who is on the $10). Anyway, we were trying to remember who is on the $50, & I said, “Isn’t it Benjamin Harrison because they call them Benjamins?” Dr. M gives me that
are-you-sure-you’re-not-really-a-blonde look & says, “No – it’s Benjamin Franklin & he’s on the hundred.” Whoops. He was pretty proud that I remembered that we had a president named Benjamin Harrison.
Then we got into a discussion of Andrew Jackson & why he shouldn’t be on the twenty (he was a tyrant & besides, he did not believe in paper money. Oh the irony!). Don’t you love our pillow talk?
P.S. Ulysses S. Grant is on the $50. He’s probably not our finest representation either…
