There Aren’t A Lot of Mysteries Left

I was in the changing room at a day spa when I asked my wife, Mel, if I was supposed to get naked. “Yeah,” she said. “But what if someone sees my doodle?” I asked. “You’ll have a robe on,” she said. “No one wants to see your doodle.” “Wow... not even you?” I asked. She winked. I asked her several more questions: “What if I fall asleep?”, “What if I need…