Her eyes are a violet gray. He bends farther over so that he can see into—well—see into her mouth.
Because, of course, it is the dentist repairing her teeth.
* * *
Perhaps He Was Lucky
The worried countenance of the bridegroom disturbed the best man. Tiptoeing up the aisle, he whispered:
“What’s the matter, Jock? Hae ye lost the ring?”
“No,” blurted out the unhappy Jock, “the ring’s safe eno’. But, mon, I’ve lost ma enthusiasm.”
* * *
It’s a sure sign of being in love if you shave twice.