My husband's words on life with Elizabeth

My husband has agreed to a role reversal and will thus serve as guest speaker on this blog, commenting on life with a tornado. Though my verbiage, this is his true narrative.
Says he : "being married to you is like a roller coaster ride. The ups are like life on a desert island with no cell phones, no computers, no stress. The down's are like a ghost train.".
And of course i asked him what a "ghost train" was, as this s a British euphemism and my American ignorance seems to be kicking in. Sometimes I need a Webster's dictionary to follow a conversation with him. It is probably his smarmy English one up man ship.
He continued " A ghost train is a fair ground ride, with things that jump out and scare you, like ghosts and skeletons. "
Of course I became quite happy with him comparing me to a skeleton; my diet must be finally working.
Seriously, I try not to take offense to his insinuating that I am moody. Me, moody? As if.
he continues "every day is like an adventure." I stop him right there. I tell him to stop throwing cliche verbs and descriptors my way and tell me the truth about what life is like with me.
he goes on " I love it! I don't however like the downs, and sometimes I wish you trusted me more. The occasional distrust and questions are the ugly demons of your past rearing their heads".
I say "Oh and I suppose you are the priest who will exorcise my monsters. "
He continued "no the robes do nothing for my hips".
He continues "We are a good fit. We simply enjoy each other, like now. We don't need to endlessly plan activities to have a good time. We can simply "be" with each other. Renting movies, running on the beach, talking. We are content on our own. We don't rely on the stimulus of other people to enjoy our time. We like to occasionally tell the world to go to hell and be alone. That makes me happy. "
As a side bar, my husband has this "thing" with his feet. He does not like anyone touching his feet, so of course in between typing his words I grab at this feet, which annoys the hell out of him. My goal completely. After the third time of his dodging my attempts to tickle his ever elusive feet, he nearly falls out of his chair, which causes me to erupt in laughter. "Stop it". He commands. "if you want me to keep helping you, stop taking the piss out of me. " Another English verb. At least I know what that means. Stop making fun of me. But isn't that one of the essential elements to any good relationship, humor and balance. We are always trying to take the "piss" out of each other. We laugh together well, we co-exist and cross exist beautifully. And though he will have to deal with my "downs" from time to time, and he will have to endure my teasing and picking at his feet, that is what makes our connection strong enough for the long haul. The balance of humor and support. And I wouldn't trade this new life for anything.