Mrs. SciFi and I are taking turns listening to everyone's lungs, since we're all battling various and sundry respiratory infections.
Mrs. SciFi (to SciFi, her dearly beloved spouse): Do you want me to listen to you?
SciFi: Why start now?
There might have been some beating with the stethoscope, but I saw NOTHING.
As a married man, I appreciate both the humor and the truth in that.
I'll remember to stay out of stethoscope range next time I see you guys.
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