My therapist has a theory that couples who make love once a day are the happiest. So he tested it at a seminar by asking those of us assembled, “How many people here make love once a day?”

Half the people raise their hands, each of them grinning widely.

“Once a week?”

A third of 
the audience members raise their hands, their grins a bit less vibrant.

“Once a month?”

A few hands tepidly go up.

Then he asks, “OK, how about once a year?”

I jumped up and down, jubilantly waving my hands.

My therapist is shocked—this disproves his theory. “If you make love only once a year,” he asks, “why are you so happy?”

I shouted to him, “Today’s the day!”