I'm currently reading a Dorothy Sayers novel about Lord Peter Wimsey, "The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club" and came across a conversation that made me chuckle.
"A man ought to be just as courteous after marriage as he was before," declared Robert Fentiman, virtuously.
"So he ought, but he never is. Possible there's some reason we don't know about," said Wimsey. "I've asked people, you know - my usual inquisitiveness - and they generally just grunt and say that their wives are sensible and take their affection for granted. But I don't believe women ever get sensible, not even through prolonged association with their husbands."
The two bachelors wagged their heads, solemnly.
Maybe this makes me laugh because I so often don't feel sensible myself! Maybe after thirty years, instead of three, some of Brian's sensibleness will have worn off on me. ;)
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Oh sensibleness, it so often alludes me. Maybe that's why we marry: to civilize men and make women sensible. Hmmm.
Well your dad and I are on our 33rd year and I'm not sure I'm any more sensible than I was during our 3rd year when you were born. Hopefully, but I'm not sure.
Mom
Its cool you’re coming to Dallas. We would love to meet with you if you get the chance (and if you need somewhere to sleep we can arrange that as well). If it doesn’t work out, no sweat. Will you be anywhere near downtown during lunch? (Man, what are y’all going to be doing until 9?)
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