Earlier, my wife drew herself a bubble bath, poured a glass of some crappy Arbor Mist wine cooler stuff, and acted very smug as she went in to enjoy herself with candles, a bubble bath, and a glass of wine. She acted as though she had hit some kind of jackpot, and I wasn't allowed to share the winnings.
Well, I wasn't having any of that. I may not be able to fit in the tub, and I may hate that Arbor Mist crap, but what I can do, is this: I popped myself a leinie's red and climbed into a hot shower, as smugly as I could, belting out some Kenny Logins.
She told me I broke like, five different rules. I said I'm writing a new rule book, baby! What's your take?