Life with the Beard

Mike is one of the zaniest people I know. When I pick him up after work, or when he calls, I'm never quite sure what's going to go on.

He just called me from work.

"Okay, here's the thing. Eagle eye, eagle eyes, eagle's eye, eagles eye. Which of these four is the right saying?"

And into the confused silence, he continues.

"And, second part, what's the proverb?"

"What's the question? Eagle eye proverb? Isn't a saying enough?"

Well, that's what the interweb is for. Turns out it's some kind of bet between Sam the Driver and Dragon the Owner.

The Beard (named not after facial hair, but because his very presence disguises my True Identity) is also one of the funniest people I have ever met. Though the walking into the door joke did wear thin pretty fast, he's the only person I know who can reliably make me laugh until I cry.


I also think he's the most talented person I've ever met. And some dirty in the sack.

And now you know some of the many reasons I love my lover.

And now I know that a good surgeon must have an eagle's eye, a lion's heart, and a lady's hand.

There you have it.