A rare night out on the town in one of the tourist trap restaurants on the seafront. I was gazing at a huge cylinder of tropical fish, remembering how wonderful it was to snorkel in an ocean like bathwater, feeling the sun on my back whilst swimming face down following fish. Drifting with the tide, lulled by the ocean, perfect, relaxing, bliss.
Me: We need to go back to Hawaii.
LK: How long have we been married?
Me: Almost 15 years.
LK: Well, that's almost 15 years of me not going to Hawaii as often as I want.
LK: I'm just saying, circumstances, you know.
LK: I'm not calling you a circumstance.