Call me Mr. Yes And

My wife thinks you all should pity her.
This woman puts up with my crazy aspirations and, worse, near constant need for feedback. For the past five years, she's (mostly) listened patiently as I've ran down the stairs, pulled her away from whatever more important thing she was doing, and cajoled her into listening to my Salt stories.
Yes.
I am a thirty-one year old manchild who does this sort of thing on the regular.
This should shock none of you.
Whether high school pep sessions performing...