“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.”
Although my overflowing fountain of creativity – that’s a yoke, son – at times has me wanting to send out a bus load of blog postings on some days, I generally try to keep it to one a day or less. No need to overwhelm my extensive readership with the mundane grumblings of a run-of-the-mill curmudgeon.
However… today I could not resist. I am not feeling well and have spent most of the day in bed. I have a memory of Señora at my bedside telling me she was going to the Valley (local area full of strip malls). An hour or so later I needed a beverage and went down to the kitchen to find this dire warning on the kitchen counter from my loving spouse:
I Think I Have Been Insulted
And so it goes.
