While we were enjoying a CSI Las Vegas mini-marathon the other night, Wilma remarked how she prefers Grissom with a beard. "Why?", I asked. She replied, "It's the same color as me, as far as I can tell. You know dogs are color-blind, but he looks pretty good in grey." If that's true, some of us are freakin' Aphrodite. Thank goodness for unconditional love.
I was talking to Wilma yesterday, and we got going on what our pet peeves were (pun intended). She said it really chaffs her behind when the water level in the pool is low. I asked, "Why? You don't swim." She said, "Because I really have to stretch my neck to get drink." Lesson learned.