I remember when the wife and I were dating. We would sit accross the table and enjoy each others company, and I swear, there were times when we woulld both reach for the salt shaker at the same time, our fingers would touch..and I swear.. there was a spark of electricity and a flash of light as our fingers touched.

Last week while sitting across the table we both went for the salt shaker and I groweled back..."give me the salt dam it', but I digress.

The other night she told me I was a "model husband". I took that as a complment as I puffed up my chest. Then I went and looked up the word model in the dictionary and it said "a small imitaion of the real thing." I wonder what she meant?