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Mike Myers used to do a bit on Saturday Night Live in which he portrayed a character named Linda Richman who had her own TV talk show called Coffee Talk. She was an older New York Jewish lady who liberally sprinkled Yiddish words into everything she said and, two or three times per episode, would find herself overcome with emotion. Whenever that happened, she would announce, "I'm a little farklempt…talk amongst yourselves…I'll give you a topic and you go with it…Diamond Shamrock sells neither diamonds nor shamrocks…discuss."
Real life is making me a little farklempt (which means choked up, according to a Yiddish dictionary, but I'm using it to mean unable to blog) right now. So I'm going to put out a topic and hope that a bunch of people comment on it:
A spouse can't make you happy. The most he or she can do is make you happier.
Discuss.
