I can’t tell you how many times my wife has told me that I took something too far. My jokes? Initially, fine, but then I push them over that imaginary line I can never gauge into what she considers the bad taste zone. My manscaping? Fine when it is out of sight, but last Valentine’s Day was too much for my wife.
I admit that I crossed the line. I should have stuck with the more traditional Cupid.
And my personal hygiene? Well, I have to admit that always crosses the line.
But I really thought I was helping this time. Especially after my wife thoughtlessly destroyed a valued vintage item in the sprawling Flanigan estate. I’ll explain.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 