keaton said, for valentine's day i'm getting you a snow blower. how about that honey?
i said, geeh, you must really love me?
keaton said, oh, i do!
then she asked, so what are you getting me?
and i said, well in light of this interesting development, all sorts of possibilities are opened up. let me see.
i thought for a second, still dizzy over the love gift she got me.
so it hit me, real hard, a window of opportunity.
i said, a brand new, top-of-the-line ir—
she said, sorry to interrupt but let me save you from a frozen pork chop. it doesn't work that way, it'll never work that way.
the truth is i pretty much knew that but i always take every opportunity to test the "never" part when i think the chances of a frozen pork chop beat down is minimal, and once again i was successful and she unwavering.
there will be another day.
and i will simply wear her out, even if i take a few lumps along the way.