Yeah, I've been talking about sex a lot, lately. Hour for hour, I bet I've had more of it than you had all last year.
And it was a conscious decision.
I had fallen behind in my duties as a husband. The wife and I are perhaps the two most sexual people on earth, but I had been sick. And depressed from my kid on deployment to Iraq. And stuff. And more stuff. And the most central theme of our marriage just fell through the cracks. She stifled herself, I was stifled, and life lurched on...
And then I woke up. And removed the crystal lid from her bier and kissed her, and she woke up.
And then we celebrated. A lot.
I hereby solemnly swear, in front of all of you, that I shall not, ever again, let her field lay fallow, and that I will plow it during both good times and bad, and enjoy the rich earth the plow turns up.