A few Sundays ago I was feeling pretty worn out and sick. That afternoon I really wasn't up to doing much of anything, so Tyson suggested that I pick out a movie for us to watch. He usually makes some stipulations (ie: no Jane Austin, no foreign, etc.) but this week he didn't say anything like that. So, I thought that I would give him a bit of a choice in the selection process and I asked "Red or Yellow," which were the colors of the DVD cases. He picked red so our movie for the afternoon was Gone with the Wind. It is an absolute classic so I figured that everyone knew about it. When I told him what he picked he said "Oh, isn't that a Western?" I nearly died laughing. It was just what I needed to make me feel better. I told him that it was not and that it was a great American classic. He said "Oh, okay. It's the one with Dr. Zhivago in it right?" I don't think that I drew a breath for a few minutes after that one. I love my husband, I really do, but I forget sometimes how very different we. I love the classics, he loves the modern, so we get to experience both so it works out well. Really though, we are much more alike than I think any else suspects.