my wife recounted a hilarious conversation to me while i was showering. the last detail perhaps falls into the 'too much information' category, but, for those who have been fortunate enough to gaze upon my visage, is a detail sufficiently evocative of splendour to warrant inclusion into my blog. and render upon my readers sleepless nights, for one reason or another.

anyway, this conversation went as follows -

wife's colleague #1 : "my dog is in heat."

wife's colleague #2 : "what's that mean?"

which, i suppose, is a pretty funny question in and of itself. but it gets better.

wife's colleague #1 : pause "it means that she will get excited by a male dog."

a reply which, though i suppose empirically accurate, might not be biologically perspicuous enough to, say, put her in the 99th percentile of her veterinary school cohort. had she chosen to be a vet, instead of a lawyer. though i do suppose this would depend on the school she went to. and, while on the topic of female vets, did i ever mention my observation that, for some strange reason, girl vets tend to be exceptionally cute? i'm not the only one with that theory. but anyhow.

wife's colleague #2 (brightly - refering to the tenor of his voice rather than his cognitive capacity) : "oh! are they married?"