The other day the repair guy got here early, really nice guy. Pretty young, maybe 25. I'm sitting at my desk, fitting photos in frames (part of the Hanging Things Project)- a b&w one of Strider and Ems. He's watching my computer restart several times, standing here by me. He remarks what a sweet dog, I say, yeah, he's my daughter's Wonderdog. He looks back at my screen waiting for the info (wallpaper is a b&w pic of Greg Lake, circa 1974) and says, "She looks just like you and your husband." I stop. I couldn't laugh, didn't want to make him feel goofy, so go, "Yeah," but tears are coming to my eyes and I'm choking up. And he says, very sincerely, "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." That was it. I laaaauughed... then I explained, he was red as a lobster, and finally he laughed too. Strider is Greg Lake's and my love child. Perfect. Not true at all, but perfect.
My brother didn't find this funny. Maybe ya had to be there.