My best brownie points story was when a group of three or four couples were sitting around a fire and somebody said, “All the men have to tell their sexual fantasy.”

I was third in line. When it got to me, I pointed at my wife and said, “I married mine.”

Oh, the groans from the other men, my wife blushed, and the other womens’ jaws dropped. The game stopped right there.

But I meant it and my wife knew it. I wasn’t fishing for brownie points.