This morning I went for an EKG to see if the heart murmur my doctor heard is indicative of anything more serious. Roger did some errands, and when he picked me up, the conversation went like this:
ME: Well, the technician says I have the heart of an 18-year-old.
ROGER: Is that good or bad?
ME: I think it's good.
Roger: As long as it doesn't mean you're fickle...