As you know, Blair and I celebrated our 15th wedding anniversary last week. Even though it was just another night at home, I made sure I looked nice - hair and makeup done, flattering clothes, light perfume... that sort of thing.
The next day I was busy running errands, cleaning house, and exercising. I don't think I ever got around to showering and so when Blair got home I looked less than glamorous - wild hair, no makeup, bags under the eyes, stained clothing.
"Well..." said Blair, surveying me.
"Sorry, my warranty expired at 15 years," I said. "This is what you get from now on."
I offered to sell him an extended warranty but he declined and made some reference to old clunkers often holding together for years.
Ha! Funny, funny man...