Something rather curious happened this morning. Since we only have one car, I have to drive my wife to work in the mornings. When I turned the car on today, my copy of "TD Plays TD" came out of the speakers. I had forgotten to take the CD out of the car the night before, and I was a bit worried as to its condition, since the weather had been rather cold. I was about to take the CD out and switch over to radio, when my wife said, "I was listening to that!" (The night before she had gone to a fast-food place to pick up a bite to eat, apparently with my CD still in the player.)
"You were listening to my CD?" I asked. I mean, ordinarily she doesn't really care for TD, although she lets me indulge.
"I'm entitled," she answered.
"You're entitled," I agreed. "I'm surprised."
What do you know, after 26 years of marriage, my wife is still full of surprises. That, or she was kidnapped by extraterrestrials and replaced with an alien clone.
I am not a slow writer, I am not a fast writer, I am a half-fast writer.
-- Robert Asprin