By Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from the Ridge.
"Herb, has the romance gone out of our marriage?"
"That’s what I was afraid of."
"Freida, I’m gonna go pick you up a card this afternoon. Don’t worry."
"Save your money, Herb. Just write me a note."
"What should I say?"
"You see? That’s just the problem. I could give a toot what some copywriter for Hallmark thinks about me.