P,

You must know I’m not entirely discouraged to hear about the case of mistaken identity.  After all, I’ve spent my entire adult life trying to be blond, in one form or another, and am happy to know someone, somewhere may think it’s so.  Having said that, I fear those who do confuse us, including our spouses and children, may fail to take true note of our serious and separate purposes in the world. 

I blame myself, mostly, as I think we may, occasionally at least, find ourselves in a rapid exchange of what many would consider frivolous information when we are together.  As we don’t usually have much time, we move from one subject to the next in much the same way hubby and the obc take out soldiers in that damn xbox game they love so very much.  However, while they engage in the play that ten year old boys also favor, no one looks askance. As soon as we begin to discuss any topic, quickly, as we must do, we’re treated by many as though it must be of no importance whatsoever and I think it’s b/c we speak so very quickly in each other’s presence.

I think, at times, we’re simply too good at communicating with each other.  While I’ve been known to repeat directions to hubby at least seventeen times and still fail to be heard (or listened to–whatever the case), I need only whisper in your presence to know you understand me.  And that, in addition to learning our posteriors are evidently so markedly similar, even to our exercise instructor, gives me hope for the future. 

I would be more than happy to take the role of wife to your obc whenever your absence is required.  You can rest assured that I too will move quickly away from him, just as you must endlessly do, whenever he moves towards the back end.  That surely proves we are soulmates.

C.