The secrets of a happy marriage

Leeanne hangs up the phone.

She walks down the hallway

At which time Brian leaps forth from the closet holding the jersey he had been wearing for about 2 hours before hand

In one fluid motion, Leeanne is standing in the hallway arms and torso trapped in the jersey that is now encasing her; growing dizzy from the stench of a very worn jersey.

Brian runs away giggling like Peter Griffin

Now that’s good humour!

Nice.

I make sure to kiss her tattoos, butcher the lyrics to her favorite songs, and keep her diet soda supply well stocked.

I sit very still without whining as she applies hydrogen peroxide to my bloody bits… And occasionally I talk about something besides unicycling (usually Linux ;))