My Side Of The Pillow

After regaling me with the sorrowful tale of my dream-death and the pursuant dream-reminiscing, my wife gets up out of bed to take some Zyrtec-D, leaving behind...a credit card.

I said, "Why was there a credit card under your butt?"

And she said, "Because it fell out of my pajama pocket." (pause) "I needed it for the hotel, OK?"

ALL of the crazy does not reside on my side of this marital street, folks. And don't think I won't be checking the next statement just to see what kind of purchases her butt rang up.