Never refer to your wedding night as the original amateur hour.
Once Fang took pep pills and they worked - the only time he ever ran to bed.
He has so many muscles he has to make an appointment to move his fingers.
I should have suspected my husband was lazy. On our wedding day, his mother told me: "I'm not losing a son; I'm gaining a couch."
When he proposed he said, "We'll make such beautiful music together," but in this duet, his part seems to be all rests.
Right from the start my parents had left me to fend for myself. Apparently unaware that I was a kid, they invariably treated me like an adult, perhaps because they themselves were no spring chickens.