She-who-must-be-obeyed commented to me the other day, in reference to a guy in the newspaper who had 20 guns, “hmmph who on earth needs 20 guns”. Then she looks at me. A bead of sweat breaks on my temples and runs slowly down my face. “Just crazy”, I rasp.
Thanks. Now MY wife is asking from the other room what I’m giggling about in here, and I can’t tell her or I’m going to be in your same boat!



















































