I am a strange person to live with. I admit this freely even though it embarasses me horribly.
No matter. I am precisely the way God made me so what other choice do I have? Believing in free will is for moral cowards, women and children; not for serious men.
Behold! What a piece of work is me: how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties; in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god!
Wait a minute . . . hold on . . . where was I?
Oh yes, at the breakfast table this morning I ended up serenading Mrs. Bissage with as much of this song as I could remember.
She said she never heard of it. What's all this about a fried egg?
This attempt at deflection annoyed me as I was obviously asking the musical question "Do you want to get a divorce?" Stated squarely thus, her immediate response was "no" as usual, which always comes as a bit of a disappointment.
Anyway, I thereupon felt obliged to take her to the computer to show her this 5th Dimension YouTube clip. She said it sounds like elevator music, but she likes the way that scoop neck leotard shapes that guy's junk.
Who can argue with that?