My wife and I were at my high school reunion. As I looked around, I noticed the other men in their expensive suits with their bulging stomachs.
Proud of the fact that I weighed just five pounds more than I did when I was in high school—the result of trying to beat a living out of a rocky hillside farm—I said to my wife, "I’m the only guy here who can wear the suit he graduated in."
She glanced at the prosperous crowd. "You’re the only one here who has to."