Here’s the scenario — you’re stuck on a desert island and you get to pick one person to be with you, so the question is …

Who Would You Pick?

Who Would I Want to be Stuck on a Desert Island With? After much consideration, I select — my wife.

Your wife!

Yes, my wife. I know what you guys are thinking. What about Jessica Alba, or Megan Fox, or Salma Hayek, or Charlize Theron or … any number of others.

I’m sure those beauties would be fun for a few nights, but then what?

 

Let me back up. I made my decision without asking the appropriate questions. Does this desert island have “civilized” facilities? In other words, are there stores that sell food? Are there restaurants? Hotels?

No? Good Lord! It really is a desert island.

Okay, in that case, I go with my first option. My wife.

Why would you pick your wife?

Aside from the pleasures of enjoying the finer side of married life, there are other, more important, reasons to choose her. Yes, there are reasons that take priority over sex. By the way, that’s her in the picture below. She’s the one holding the brush.

Food —

If there had been restaurants, I’d have crushed her on this. I am far better at ordering meals than she is. I know exactly what I want at all times and I know which restaurants serve the best of what I want. She waffles, and often orders meals she doesn’t care for. However, since there are no restaurants on this island, and since my skills in the kitchen start and end at making coffee — I would starve without her.

My wife, on the other hand, can make a meal out of anything. And I’m talking something edible, not just sustenance. She is also a crackerjack at catching animals, so if there were other life forms on that island you can bet your last dollar she’d find them — and catch them.

Mechanical skills —

Assuming material to build a raft, boat, airplane…you get the idea…was on the island, my wife would find it, and devise some way of building it. The woman is a wonder. For God’s sake, she can put together kids’ toys without instructions! My kids would have had boxes of unassembled toys on Christmas morning if not for her.

Medical care —

She has patched up more animals, and more kids, than you can imagine. And they have survived! Enough said.

Creative —

Let me tell you. One winter night, when we were dating and stuck on a back road in her father’s Volkswagen … as cold as it was, she managed to keep me warm. (It was only a few months after that we got married.) Wait a minute, I digress. To give you an idea of how creative she is, she built this little house for one of the pigs out of scrap material — and she did it herself.

Swimming —

Come on, guys. I grew up in the city. I’m counting on her to haul my ass out of there if it comes down to swimming more than a few yards.

Bottom Line

If we were trapped on an island by a mad scientist, and the only way to get off was to recite the capitals of all the states, or to name the top ten rivers of the world. Ha — no problem. I could get us off. But if it were a real desert island, with real problems …

“Hey, babe, where are you?”

So there, folks, are some of the many reasons I love my wife. She’d be indispensable on a desert island. And she’s not too bad at home.

 

Ciao, and thanks for stopping by,

 

Giacomo

 

Giacomo Giammatteo writes gritty crime dramas about murder, mystery, and family, along with nonfiction books on grammar, writing, and publishing. You can see all his books here.