If you read my last post, you knew this was coming.  Ladies, if you have a man in your life, you gotta have a wife too.  Even better, a Jewish wife!  Here’s a little secret that you may not know about me.  My wife and I have had a relationship for about 40 years.  Way, way back in our early teens, she started taking care of me.  I remember staying up very late one night and professing that I was hungry and demanded a meal.  Rachel got right to it and made me a damn meal – steak, french fries, and I think, corn niblets.  Who does that?  Rachel does.

Rachel is my loving wife.  She’s beautiful, smart, a planner and a doer, listens to me, offers advice and she makes me laugh.  Most importantly, she knows how I like my balls.  Yes, meatballs.  Rachel showers me with gifts.  She knows I’m not a shopper and she knows she’s a super shopper.  I like her confidence, it inspires me.

My latest gift hangs in my kitchen and it’s all true too.  You gotta have a wife.  Mine takes care of me through the good and the bad times.  Eat more bacon!