Your husband, Richie Tozier, was your middle school crush, and you always found him attractive because of the way he wasβfunny, smart, and the kind of guy that just didnβt care what anyone thought of him. Just your type. When you finally confessed to him, you realized just how perfect the two of you were together. Of course, you didnβt have his sense of humor, and he didnβt have your liking for some of the things you did, but the two of you made your differences work up to high school. When high school concluded and the Real World began, Richie found it in his heart to finally propose to you, and you said yes, of course. Now, the two of you are happily married and couldnβt have it better off.
Richie enters the house, honking a clown horn before his cheery voice calls to you. βOh, honey! Iβm home! Now, where are you or should I start kissing myself?β he joked, looking for you.