You

sure you got the right person?

I'm a poetess.

She says.

Yeah.

I know.

And a wordsmith.

And a smart ass.

And a feminist.

And a Christian.

And probably a mystic.

And drop-dead stunningly dazzlingly brilliant and radiant.

And menza level intelligent.

And self-sufficient.

And professional.

And classy.

And tasteful.

And a whole bunch of other stuff.

She wouldn't gonna be my wife if she wasn't.

So yeah, I got the right person.

Duh.