Dear Diary:

    So early this morning I got reminded of an old riddle, one that goes like this:

    What's the difference between sex with a prostitute, sex with your mistress and sex with your wife?

    Well a prostitute says, "Are you done yet?"

    A mistress says, "Ready to go again?"

    And a wife says, "Honey, do you think we should paint the ceiling yellow?"

Some women worry about ceilings, others marvel at super fast germination rates.  Go figure.    Well, I'm a gardener, home decorating isn't exactly my forté. I said, "Oh, look, my zinnias have germinated!"

    There was this pause, and then we both started to laugh so hard that we collapsed like a house of cards.

    A lesser man would have thrown in the towel at this point. Fortunately, the guy who floats my boat has both a great sense of humour and a deep commitment to finishing whatever he starts.

    Oh yes, Tuesday is definitely my favourite day so far this week.

P.S.--Oh, and since we seem to be on the topic of marital duties, well here's my thoughts from last year about immaculate conception.

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