How Humor Helped Cement My Marriage

During the golden days of the early 1970s when we lived on 25th Avenue of Venice Beach, Terry and I had only been married a few years, and we were still forging the relationship that has lasted a life time. Consequently, we argued quite a bit. During one heated argument, Terry, becoming exasperated with me, asked:

“How come your clients pay you all this money to solve their problems and with me you’re so damn stupid?”

Without thinking, I responded, “Well, maybe it’s because I’m only smart when I’m paid.”

We looked at one another, my words hanging in the air. Then we both broke out laughing, embraced, and moved on, our differences forgotten.