“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 and I were sitting at the kitchen table partaking of our evening repast. She mentioned the upcoming birthday of a mutual acquaintance revealing that they were turning 70. This somewhat surprised me as I did not realize that they were about to achieve this “milestone”. Señora found this a little humorous.
I went on to say, “I don’t know how the f*** I got to be 70 years old.”
“You’ve managed not to croak this long,” she informed me, causing me to spew pasta upon the autumnal decorations anchoring the center of the table.
Words of wisdom from my own personal rhabdomancer.