“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
Señora has a habit of lying in bed in the mornings, drinking her coffee, and working puzzles from the New York Times on her phone. She was doing so this morning as I was buzzing around getting ready for my Spanish class on Skype.
Suddenly she jumped out of our matrimonial love nest, loudly exclaiming, “I am running late. I have an appointment for a massage in just a few minutes.”
I unwisely replied, “You have a habit of that. It just drives me nuts to be running late.”
Señora responded to my injudicious comment with, “I’m going to get there on time, and you are altogether nuts anyway.”
When will I ever learn? In the ongoing drama of our matrimonial repartee, I always end up as the bottom.
And so it goes.