David Feldman Comedy

Sometimes you get an email from an old friend that makes you spit up your coffee. This one is from my buddy Brian who I haven't seen in nearly ten years:

Yep, I'm marred.  Because there is no "I" in marrage Actually, I like it.  It's been a year as of April, and we're getting settled in... a process lengthened by the fact both our mothers live with us.  Hers is a bit demented, which brings treats like having the cops walk into our bedroom at 3:00 a.m. because she called reporting her daughter missing.  Luckily, my mom's still in pretty good shape.  I'll tell her you say hi, she always keeps an eye out for you... which is about all she's got left, the cataract surgery didn't go so well. How's by you?  Your kids must be big enough to physically harm you by now...
-- B"I"H

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