I was thinking the other day about marriage as I sat at my cousin’s funeral. Now don’t ask me how the heck the two go together except sometimes I have been known to threaten my Clem with his life for not doing just what I want when I want.

Not that I ever would, the dear thing.  Why if something happened to him, who would get my slippers, well except Crabby Dog who would chew them to bits before I’d ever get my crooked toes into them, and that got me to thinking of all the things I would miss if my Clem weren’t here; actually marriage can be fun some of the time, except marriage is for all time.