I sent my wife a "Get Better Soon" card the other day. She's not really sick, she's just terrible at sex.
Then last nite I took her to see a romantic movie. Picked her up afterwards, too.
Then she has the nerve to say that the chemistry is gone from our marriage. I said, "Yeh, you can't get anti-depressants anymore and I've run out of Viagara."
I don't get it.
She has an appointment to see a divorce attorney tomorow.