Sharon* Is a Saint
Otherwise, she would have bludgeoned me to death with my own left arm years ago.
Case in point: I was going to bed last night, and my wife smelled something on my breath, and asked, "What were you just eating?"
I replied, "Dulche De Leche Girl Scout cookies ……… but you know something? I don't think that they taste like they are made with real Girl Scouts."
She glanced up, and asked, "Have you ever eaten a girl scout?"†
My response was, "I've earned my share of Brownie points."
If I had married a sane woman, I would be dead now, and no jury in the world would convict her.
*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.
†Bless her soul, but double entendres were never her long or her strong suit.
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