Well, I must’ve stirred up quite the hornet’s nest at breakfast this morning. There I was, buttering my toast with all the innocence of a newborn lamb–when I saw my dear wife eyeing me through the tines of her fork.
Naturally, being a man of curiosity—and perhaps a touch of foolishness—I asked her what she was doing. She didn’t miss a beat. “I’m reminding myself,” she said, calm as you please, “what prison might look like.”
A lesser man might’ve dropped his coffee right then and there, but I sipped mine a little slower and made a mental note to sleep with one eye open for the foreseeable future.
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