Again, at the campsite this morning.
I was wiping the grit off the picnic table my brother and I had dragged (I don't lift so well, these days) to the site to accomodate the crowd and one of the people I don't know so well says, "You'll make a good wife some day."
I said, "Hell no, I need a wife. I fired the last one."
There was stunned silence.