As I type, my husband Keith sends suggestions into my right ear that would make a sailor blush, but I'm all about keeping it clean (mostly). I often joke that he is an amalgamation of many things: a five-year-old, a labrador retriever, and an undiagnosed Tourette Syndrome patient to name just a few. But he does remain my favorite oddity--even when he is shout-singing a totally random phrase into the air five times in a row using his most annoying nasal-robot voice (did I mention the Tourette Syndrome?). He emailed my sister no fewer than seven pictures of random cats today, too. Like I said: my favorite oddity. Never a dull moment in the Carmona house. That's Keith.
