Later I was angsting because I was getting married and had no gift for my husband to be. It was just before the ceremony and I'd forgotten to shop. My husband had bought me a $200 quilt and was going to give it to me right after we were hitched. We got married and sat down with everyone at a reception that boasted a single box of pizza for several dozen guests. I was all sulky with guilt and ran off, at which point my father-in-law, Robert De Niro, sternly but gently reminded me that I'd made the first month's mortgage payment on our new house as a gift, so I shouldn't feel so bad.
I'm going back to bed to have sex with Superman.