|But it still doesn't cover this.|
|One is essential to my well-being, |
and the other involves filling my lungs with air.
So I told Beloved Spouse the new prices for my monthly drugs. He was somewhat flabbbergasted. "You mean," he said, "it's almost a dollar a day for your breathing medicine?"
"Well yeah, but I do enjoy a good breath."
"And your Prozac is only...*does math*...thirteen cents a day?"
I nodded. "Pretty good, huh?"
"Thirteen cents a day to keep you from being crazy?"
"Well, is it worth it? Can I have thirteen cents a day for sanity?" I asked.
He thought about it a moment, looked me in the eye, and said, "Hell, I'll give you a quarter."
Hell, I'll take it.