I have a frame that holds multiple pictures from our wedding six years ago. It has been at work with me for the past three and a half years. When I brought it home, Brad had forgotten that it existed. So when he came in and saw it, he picked it up, inspected it and had this to say:

"Wow. I had more hair and you've definitely gotten fat! I mean - put on more weight."

"Seriously?" I ask.

"What? Just from the neck down."

Because that made it all better.