Well, it's getting near that time of year again.
The time of year when my wife and I regard each other
out of one eye and say, "What the hell do you want for Christmas?"
Neither of us ever manage to come up with a sensible answer.
OK, OK, OK; inevitable punchline coming . . .
Because we have all we need in each other!
Woof: pass me the mouthwash, I've got a case of the dry boke.