Our cute son-in-law, Kevin, sent me this story today: A husband and wife went in for marriage counseling. When the counselor asked what the problem was, the wife launched into a heated tirade and listed every problem they'd ever had in their entire 20 years of marriage. She whined on and on: he neglected her, they had no intimacy, the marriage was empty and lonely, she felt unloved, he was unlovable-he was a twit and she'd had it up to here. Finally, after he had allowed the tirade to go on for a sufficient length of time, the therapist got up, walked over to the wife and asked her to stand. He took her into his arms and kissed her passionately, while her shocked husband looked on, eyes bulging. When the therapist released her, the woman sank to her seat, dazed but finally silent. The therapist then turned to her husband and said, "This is what your wife needs at least three times a week. Can you agree to this?"
The man shifted uneasily in his chair as he considered the therapist's suggestion. He nervously cleared his throat, "Well, I could drop her off here on Mondays and Wednesdays, but on Fridays, I fish."