The Aristocrats Mirers

Inside jokes are one of the pleasures of frienship, and we all know how most of them arise. Someone starts riffing and someone else picks it up, and the next thing you know it's funny. This is life. This is also a feature of my marriage, and a good one. But recently I woke Michael up from a shallow sleep because I had the terrifying thought that if one of us died in the night, his last words to me would have been, "No, it's not Jamie Foxx, it's a banana hammock." Needless to say, I no longer remember the context.