BEDTIME STORY

A few nights ago, the Missus and I were getting into bed at our rented Home Away From Home in Destin. We snuggled up together, and as I slid my hand around her back, I felt something betwixt Wife and Bedsheet. A chunk of metal? No...a coin! A Lincoln cent, to be exact.

I held it up and asked She Who Must Be Obeyed, “What the hell is this doing in the bed?”

And of course, she shot back:

“I guess I must be going through the change.”

True story, Esteemed Readers. Is it any wonder I love her so much?