"I hope your wife's angina is a little better? And please give my regards to the dog. Is he still pawing at the living room carpet?"

Unfortunately, things have taken a turn for the worse. The dog is still
pawing at my wife's vagina and she has taken the show on the road.
If my life were a country song, I'd have to start playing it backwards. I
could get my house back, my wife back, my dog back, and my truck.
Don't even ask about the truck and the house. There was a property
tax issue, and I had to conduct a little experiment about when an
unstoppable force meets an immovable object. As it turns out,
neither was either. I just roll with it. As they say, que será, será.