The only bad thing I can say about my redhead is: She was dumb enough to marry me. That's not really a complaint, though, just a cause for wonderment.
After all, I was in the process of my 6th divorce when we met. How nuts do you have to be to hook up with a guy like that?
Other than that, it's all good and then some, as hinted in the opening lyrics from one of my original songs:
She's got my back
I've got her back
You cain't git us in a sneak attack
We'll see you coming a million miles away-y-y!