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On their wedding night, the young bride approached her new husband and asked for $20.00 for their first lovemaking encounter. In his highly aroused state, her husband readily agreed. This scenario was repeated each time they made love, for more than 30 years, with him thinking that it was a cute way for her to afford new clothes and other incidentals that she needed. Arriving home around noon one day, she was surprised to find her husband in a very drunken state. During the next few minutes, he explained that his employer was going through a process of corporate downsizing, and he had been let go. It was unlikely that, at the age of 59, he'd be able to find another position that paid anywhere near what he'd been earning, and therefore, they were financially ruined. Calmly, his wife handed him a bank book which showed more than thirty years of steady deposits and interest totaling nearly $1 million. Then she showed him certificates of deposits issued by the bank which were worth over $2 million, and informed him that they were one of the largest depositors in the bank. She explained that for the more than three decades she had "charged" him for sex, these holdings had multiplied and these were the results of her savings and investments. Faced with evidence of cash and investments worth over $3 million, her husband was so astounded he could barely speak, but finally he found his voice and blurted out, "If I'd had any idea what you were doing, I would have given you all my business!" That's when she shot him. You know, sometimes, men just don't know when to keep their mouths shut.

I just thought I should share this, maybe as a cautionary tale. Because I'm helpful like that. It came to me via one of the mailing lists I'm on and I got a good giggle out of that last lines.

And no, this hasn't been a good day, which is why the giggle proved to be so well timed. Doctor visits rarely put me in a good mood, much less where something new pops up. An abnormality in my EKG, minor I'm told, but still enough that the doc is sending me for a consult with a coronary doc. And I've been put on a blood pressure med; while my BP was better this time than last time, it's still at the high end of normal and (to the doctor) worrying. And then there's the allergy med... this one I hail as saviour of all cabbit-kind, though, as I'm damned tired of hacking and coughing and choking on tree/bush/flower spooge. There's also another pair of inhalers... I'm supposed to try one for a couple weeks and then try the other, and see which one works. Whichever one works will replace the Flovent (which did NOT work).

Mostly I'm just grumpy. And I'm going to quit grumping at all you good people and go play Civilization IV.