Me: “Yes, well, you have to expect funny things. You married a pianist-writer-wife, after all.”
Him: *laughs really hard* “Pianist-writer? Try writer-pianist. It’s so, so obvious you’re meant to be a writer.”
Me: *wracked with guilt over mostly-unused music degree* “What? Really?”
Him: “Oh, yeah. Music is secondary. Every bone in your body is an author-bone.”
Me: *treasures this conversation forever*
