The great bit about humor, is that when trying to funny I’m usually not, and when I’m serious, the Wife falls down laughing. Like when I asked if my hair was thinning. Men out there know, no greater question faces a man over thirty. Well perhaps the risk of fatherhood or a heart attack. But losing hair ranks high on the obsess list.

Sam( using a handheld mirror ): Honey, is my hair looking thinner on top?
The Wife: I knew it was a mistake to buy a new mirror. Now you can actually see your whole head.
Sam: So that means I am?

Snatching the portable, The Wife tosses it in the trash. The glass breaks, shards rattling against the sides of the empty receptacle.

The Wife: Not that you can see.
Sam ( points to broken mirror ): Isn’t that seven years bad luck?
The Wife: Beats watching you stare at yourself all night.