Guess what? I'm secretly married to Anthony Bourdain. Not really, but let me explain. While watching last night's new No Reservations:Singapore, Tony (I can call him that now because you know I'm secretly married to him!) went to a reflexologist Master Soon. After he was done he said that his lower back felt better, that's my husband, Rich. Then Tony said his rotator cuff injury felt better, now wait a second, Rich blew out his rotator cuff playing baseball. Then Tony said the ultimate... "I'm a one nostril kinda guy." And now he could breathe better after he was done with his visit, then he inhaled through his nose. Rich can only breathe through one nostril too.
Holy Shit! Anthony Bourdain is my husband!
*they even have the same toes.