Toad Lilies
Photos by VickyTH.
There are times in a marriage when you realise that somehow, you’ve made the right choice in a partner. (There are other times when you want to dig their crusty, smelly socks out from under the chair and put them somewhere unlit, but this blog entry isn’t about those times.)

Last night, we were reading in bed. I have no idea how we started in on the puns, but the string lasted for at least half an hour, virtually non-stop. We started with “dis-” puns, a là Spider Robinson’s Lady Sally and I think even old Spider would have begged us to stop after the first ten rounds or so.

We had the proverbial dis-tressed hairdresser, but we really started to shine with the dis-membered gigolo, the dis-turbed landscaper, the dis-aster of a gardener, the person convicted of treason who was dis-a-pated, the dis-Cerne-d monastery in early medieval Ireland, the lawyer with a dis-torted point of view, and the list went on, and on, and on. It was so much fun, we forgot to have sex (yes, I did just say that on the Internet. Hmm.), which means it was the hell of a riot.

At least in marrying each other, we saved two other poor souls from torture.

The only problem is, we reproduced…..