My wife and I occasionally get into a discussion where I sidestep the issue and declare that this would all be so much simpler if I could have my smoking jacket and slippers, read my paper, and exist in an idyllic 1920s-1940s lifestyle. I am then presented with "the look" followed by none of the expected dinner. Finally I have proof (good or ill) of my fitness for that halcyon age!
 | 94 As a 1930s husband, I am |
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