Cathy won't let me have a motorcycle. She says that bikes are just too dangerous. Today, as we were heading home from some errands, we saw a woman biker on a Halrey Davidson. I whinned, as I usually do, and this time Cathy actually said, "Go ahead, get a bike! You don't need my permission, anyway. You want one, just get one. I won't be happy about it, but it'll be OK."
Yeah, that's right... she'll deny the whole thing if you ask her about it.
Cathy is my lovely wife, but she can be such a bad girl!