You know something, I was a born idiot. Here I married a woman I thought was about my own age and reasonably good-looking, after a few strong drinks.
Now, over 40 years later and all of a sudden I just sobered up to the fact that Myrtle is much older than she said she was.
Maybe it took me that long to sober up or, since we had three kids, she wasn't too much older than me.
But now that I get to thinking about it, I remember some curious things that she has said. Like looking for Tinker Toys for the kid's birthdays or Gyroscopes and Magic Lanterns for Christmas.
The rest of the time she has managed to fake it but every once in awhile ("Moleturd! Take your pill!") she gives herself away.
Better take that blue or purple pill. This is my Blue Period just like Picasso.