“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 with her eyebrows arched, thankfully not peering at me over the top of her glasses like my Mama used to do, said to me, “You know I have grounds for an annulment, don’t you?”
Being skilled at repartee, I replied, “Oh?”
“Yes,” she went on, “you did not disclose an important fact to me.”
Again with the adept repartee I answered, “Oh?”
“You did not tell me you were an alien, that you were from another planet.”
“Really,” I countered, “I thought you would have figured that out before we were married when I taught you the ear tugging trick.”
And so it goes.
Okay like a lot of my stories there is a grain of reality in there, and just a wee bit of literary license. I did something or the other, very innocent I am sure, that caused Señora to accuse me of being an extraterrestrial.
If you did not get the ear tugging reference, follow this link to Bad Jokes and read the one entitled The Martians. It’s and oldie, but goodie.