"What's 4 times 35?" he asked me.

The spousal unit and I were lying there in a tangle of arms and legs and I was well on my way to back to sleep. It took a moment for the question to percolate through the drowziness.

"140?"

I started to laugh. It struck me as extremely funny that a short while after we had finished the marital duties he was giving me a pop math quiz. I asked him why.

He solemnly told me he was checking his heart rate. Yes, checking his heart rate. He went on to say that should he ever die from a heart attack while we were, you know, "doing it" I was to lie and say it had happened some other way.

Neither of us could keep a straight face after that.

We began sifting through Acceptable Ways To Explain Death By Nookie.

After some discussion it was agreed that should the Grim Reaper ever claim the spousal unit during the marital duties I would say he died "feeding the cat".

Technically this is not a lie.

Technically it could be considered an euphemism if you take into account one of the cat-related bits of slang used to describe a woman's nether regions.

Life is all about the technicalities, as my three loyal readers well know.

I couldn't resist teasing him one last time about murmuring a math question in my ear right after we had had our way with each other.

"Some women get sweet nothings," I grumbled in mock huffiness.

"Yeah, but think how smart you'll be," he teased back.

"Next time, we'll do square roots."

Oh man. Just when we've come to a point in our lives when we've sorted out most of the big marital issues here comes a new one.

Math anxiety.

I can't stand it.

--Marn

P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

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Today's inductees, have pushed us over the unbelievable crest of 40 cavorters: