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Thursday, March 18, 2004

Who's (Gonna Be) The Boss? 

The morning after our wedding, Wife and I are snuggling in bed. I decide that now is as good a time as any to establish pecking order. I point to my shoes, which are (somehow) still spinning precariously on two blades of the ceiling fan.

Me: Honey, you see those shoes? Get them and put them on!

Wife: But, Baby, you know I could never fill your shoes.

Me (firmly): And when we have a decision to make in our marriage, you keep that in mind!

(We snuggle a few minutes more. Wife points at her panties, which are perched atop my head, like one of those nightcaps Grandma and Grandpa used to wear to bed. I blink at her through the legholes.)

Wife: Honey, I want you to put on my panties!

Me: Now you know there ain't no way I'll ever get in your drawers!

Wife (sweetly): And when we have a decision to make in our marriage, you keep that in mind!