My wife's lack of physical descriptors don't prevent me from staring at her constantly

It recently occurred to me that my wife’s lack of physical descriptors would make it hard for me to describe her in a book. “How would you describe me?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “Dark hair. Great figure. Probably wearing sunglasses.  That’s about all I got.”

She was not amused. “Oh yeah. Then how would you describe yourself?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Scars across the chin and forehead. Missing lower front tooth. Hairy arms and legs. Nineteen inch neck. Brown eyes. Brown hair. Permanently swollen right pinkie. Six inch scar across the right knee.  Four inch scar across the right forearm.”

She conceded that perhaps some people are more easily described than others.