“Are you going to be a nun or find a husband?” my 87 year old aunt asked me. Oh? It’s come to this? THOSE are my choices? “I want you to get married and be happy,” she says. “Well, which is it?” I ask. My experience is married isn’t fun for long. I choose happy. “Smarty pants,” she says, “no wonder you don’t have a husband.” Ah! Another mystery solved.