“I know you don’t like exercising, but it’s good for us,” I said.
“I know. I married you because you won’t be in a wheelchair at 60,” Good Man said.
I looked up at him from the floor. I was doing push-ups. Good Man was calling me “US Marine!” because I was doing them full. I let my elbows drop. “What?”
“Yeah, you won’t have that bone problem that women get, because you are strong. And you make me exercise and you make me eat fruit and you will make me live a long time.”
“You married me because I’ll make you live longer?”
Good Man nodded, “Yeah… What’s wrong with that?”