After 50 years of marriage, I once looked closely at my wife  
and said, “50 years ago we had a small house, an old car,
we slept on the couch and watched a little black-and-white TV,
but every night I went to bed with a beautiful 19-year-old girl.
Now I have a huge expensive house, a lot of expensive cars,
a huge bed in a luxurious bedroom, a TV with a widescreen,
but I sleep in the same bed with a 69-year-old woman.
I’m starting to doubt my marriage.”
My wife is a very reasonable woman.
She was not angry or offended. She just offered me…