In the last week, I’ve learned that my husband has near-expert knowledge on Russian-made tanks, the geopolitical ramifications of the Six Day War, and chess strategy. I knew he was a good chess player, but he’s been spouting off about this defense and that maneuver and I don’t even know what. Apparently when he lived in [certain port town] in [time during Cold War] he played chess with Russian sailors. I had no idea.

It’s crazy amazing you can be married to a guy for almost twenty years and still be surprised!

Update: And I’m still surprised. He sent me an email this morning saying:
“I was referring to the Yom Kippur War of 1973, not the Six Day War of 1967. I’m glad I can still surprise you.”

Yup.