He finished unpacking, and flopped down on the bed next to me. We discussed our individual successes/failures with our healthful diets, and Mr D noted that if my weight kept going up, and his kept going down, eventually we'd weigh the same. Gadfry! About the same as thirty-four years ago, when we first met: he was fresh off a 6-month starvation tour on a Pacific atoll, and I'd been busy eating all the ice cream on offer in the Wellesley College kitchens. Hmmm.
Mr D = Miss H. Again.
I made a little frowny face, and then Mr D said:
Fatty and Skinny
went to bed
Fatty rolled over
and Skinny was dead.
After I stopped giggling, I hit him over the head with a pillow.