My beloved husband Christian came home from his usual golf game.

"Hee, hee, hee," he chuckled, sitting down.

"What has you so tickled?" I asked my geriatric lover, honestly curious.

"Well," Christian said, "while we were playing, Romney asked Gates, 'You getting any on the side?'" and Gates told him, 'Man, I haven't had any in so long, I didn't even know they moved it.'"

"That's funny," I said.

"But that's not why I'm laughing," Christian told me. "You see, Buffett had a theory about sex in marriage. He said that couples who make love once a day are the happiest, and immediately Zuckerberg started jumping up and down, waving his arms all around. Man, was he excited.

"'I take it you must be one of the men who has sex once every day?' Buffett asked him.

"'Nope,' Zuckerberg said.

"Once a week? That would be understandable, too,' Romney chimed in.

"'Nope,' Zuckerberg said.

"'Once a month?' Gates sputtered.

"'Nope,' Zuckerberg said.

"'Well, how often do you have sex then?' Buffett finally wanted to clarify.

"'Once a year,' Zuckerberg told him.

"'Once a YEAR?' we all cried out, shocked.

"'That's right!'

"'If you only have sex once a year, then why are you so excited?' I asked him.

"'Because,' Zuckerberg exclaimed, 'TODAY'S the day!'"

With much effort Christian got up, walked over and gave me a kiss.

"Thanks," he said.

"What for?" I asked, touched.

"For being you."