The Lovely One and I were lazing in bed and got to talking about life expectancy. Barring mishap, we figured we’d reach our 50th wedding anniversary, no problem.
50 years to perfect the marriage thing, she said.
I got an image. After a long married life the two of us had died and were floating up through clouds to heaven. A glad-handing angel came down to greet us.
Congratulations on finishing freshman orientation, he said.
You are now ready to start your first year of class.