And that’s how the fight started…
I heard my wife crying in the bathroom. ‘Honey? What’s wrong’ I asked.
‘Oh, George! Just look at me: I’m getting so old! I have more gray in my hair than blonde, I have varicose veins on both of my legs, and I’m just fat and wrinkled all over! I really need someone to say something positive about me right now!’
I looked deeply into her eyes and said softly: ‘Your vision’s real good, honey. That’s something, isn’t it?’
And that’s when the fight started….
My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked, ‘Do you know her?’
‘Yes,’ I sighed, ‘She was my senior year girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn’t been sober since.’
‘My God!’ says my wife. ‘Who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?’
And that’s when the fight started….
