Sometimes you get glimpses into your own marriage that indicate perhaps the match is too perfect.
That happened for me when Salad Wife sent this e-mail on Monday:
Sent: Monday, October 22, 2007 4:52 PM
Subject: Here's how
sick I am...I have an apple with butt cheeks and I photographed it and can't bear to eat it until you see it.
As longtime reader(s) of the Salad know, I have a fondness for food that looks for other things. So does Rommie.
So I mention this phenomenon to him.
Sent: Monday, October 22, 2007 5:12 PM
I hope itís not a Granny Smith.
When I got home that night, I was stunned at the gluteal verisimilitude.
Here's the apple in question:
Damn if she wasn't right.
Of course this inspired Salad Boy to jokingly discipline the fruit.
Clearly, the apple bottom doesn't fall far from the tree.