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I received some unfortunate news today about the health of a good friend, and, while I was attempting to absorb it, my good wife approached me with several small "honey-does," which, I'm sure, seemed important to her at the time. As a result, I'm afraid I was a bit short with her, suggesting forcefully that she might enjoy biting me in an unusual location. I apologized a few minutes later but expected that the event might be one of those that comes back to haunt you at a later time. Instead, I found this pegged to the refrigerator right next to the dispenser of my drug-of-choice (coffeepot) where I couldn't miss it.
Sometimes marriage can surprise even an old hand like me at how nice it is.
In a fad now largely neglected, much like goldfish swallowing or phone booth packing, beach-going maidens in the 1950s were fond of tormenting these unsuspecting harmless creatures when they encountered them near the water.