It’s All Relative
En route to Atlanta, my stepfather spotted some mules by the side of the road. "Relatives?" he asked my mother. Not taking the bait, she responded, "Yeah, through marriage."
To our shock and horror, my sister-in-law and I realized we had each been married nearly 50 years. "That's a long time," I observed.
"A long, long time," she agreed. Then she smiled. "Something just occurred to me."
"If I had killed your brother the first time I felt like it, I'd be out of jail by now."