The other morning I noticed a screw on the rug in the den. Picking it up I see a hinge had come loose from a small table’s double doors between the two recliners. Although I know I have a screw loose or two, this had to be from the hinge.
“Toots! The hinge is coming off the table!”
TLW (The Little Woman): Yes, I noticed that!
“But we rarely go into the table bottom for anything, I wonder why the screw came loose.
Looking at me, she raises her eyebrows.
I ponder this for a while.
“Toots, are you suggesting that I caused it?”
Sitting down in her chair she says: “All I know is it is on YOUR side of the table.”
So, since I sit on the north side of the den, she sits on the south side, and we are divided by the little table. This means that anything, and I mean ANYTHING, north of the table in this world is my fault. The good news is, anything south of the table is her fault! There is a lot more south of the table, than north. Since Canada is a nice friendly neighbor, I guess I’m doing a good job! That is, on my side.
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