" Will you love me when I´m hairless?" Rosemary

" Will you love me when I´m hairless?" Rosemary said to John " Yes when you´re hairless and when everything you do is just sleep." John said grasping Rosemary´s hand she looked at

herself in the mirror. Her hair exploded off her head. 'Well that settles it!' Mary said, happily. 'If I'm bald, and you'll love me for sleeping, then that's all I'll do!' John was

skilled at sticking his foot in his mouth. John did not wish to tell a bald lie, but he could not bear to hurt Mary's feelings. "It's a good look for you, honey," he said smoothly.

Mary smiled, obviously relieved. "Thanks, John! I'll make sure I'm wearing it when the in-laws come to visit. I want to look my best." John put his head in his hands

Then there was a knock at the door. "Oh, that must be them!" Mary said before going to answer the door herself. John saw his brother and sister enter the house.

It has been 10 years since he'd last seen his siblings.It's funny how they always remained as kids in his mind's eye.As if time stood still for him while it weathered everyone else

down to wizened stubble chinned quasimodos with built in fart cushions. "Hey Junior, pull my thumb", said his eldest brother risking a broken hip by freeing a hand from his walker.

The youngster pulled his thumb and the elder finally unleashed The Big One. The One we all feared could happen but wanted to believe it couldn't. The fart knocked

through the dumb-waiter and the laundry chute, so we smelled it in the basement, Chicken Wings was blamed for it, since he lived in room 105. Channel Five News escaped blame.