Christian is nothing if not clever, let me tell you.

One day he came home with a brown paper bag tucked suspiciously under his arm.

"What have you got there, dear?" I asked him.

"Oh, nothing," he said, nonchalantly. "Just a box of rubbers, Ana. Magnums," he clarified.

I don't know what Tom Selleck had to do with anything, so I asked him, "Really, Christian? At OUR age?"

"Oh, not for THAT," he said with a chuckle. "I feed them to our shitzu. That way, when I walk the little beast and he does his business, it comes out already packaged in little rubber bags."