First, let me wish a very happy and restful Mothers' Day to all the mothers among my readers, and most especially to my dear wife, the mother of my own children, to my mother(s) and hers. C'mon, guys. . . let's get that Breakfast in Bed going, and the manicure/pedicure. Sweep and scrub the kitchen and dining-room floors, and, you know, whatever else she wants (which may or may not involve whipped cream and/or hot fudge sauce) (what? ice cream sundaes?). . .
Generators of the Next Generation, I honor the sacrifices you make daily (hourly, weekly, monthly, etc) for your children and your families. . .
(*ahem*) OK, then. . .
I came across this on a talk-radio program I was listening to on my way to or from work recently, and I thought it was at least amusing to consider. Besides that, it seems perhaps tangentially related to Mothers' Day; at least for those of us who are married to actual mothers (and heck, even if your wife isn't a mother, I see no reason why you couldn't play along). . .
I've got a feeling that this won't generate much controversy among the ladies, but the guys might actually go back and forth on it, a bit. . .
Anyway, without further ado. . .
Death not an option (ie, you HAVE to choose, and 'neither' isn't one of your choices),
Which would you rather share with your spouse -
Your razor, or