Lucky, lucky bastard (said in "Life of Brian"-speak)

For the few of us that partied with Mary before Simon came along, it just didn't make sense. This bearded, spectacled, British geophysicist professor gets together with if-you're-not-drinking-a-drinky-drink-right-now-you're-about-to-be-forced-to-Mary Leech. I only knew Simon as my Seismic Acquisition professor who loved to throw seismic acquisition terms at blinding speed at the class and then quickly throw on the brakes and then ask me, "and 2+1 is...yes, yes, well?" And, I'd say, "3?". And, thinking that I NOW understood all of the other British mumbling before his question, he'd continue his barrage of fast-talking geophysical crap.

Then, you get these two people together??? WHAT?? Obviously, I didn't know Mary like I thought I knew Mary (who did?). And because I respected Mary, I knew there must have been much more to Simon than geophysics. As we all know, if turned out perfectly. Simon still continues on with his geophysical crap, but now as a devoted father who has his ego battered on a daily basis by his loving wife. (Although it's been a few years since I hung out with them, I assume the Leech household is still a model for all of us living the Wife Knows Best mantra.) All the best to the both of you, and may Emma grow up to be just like Mary so he can be kept in check by both of them.

Congratulations Simon, you lucky, lucky bastard.
Todd G.