I can't speak to the other two, but Karen won't even stay in the vicinity when I eat corn. Come to think of it, she's not in the vicinity when I have sex either, but that's another story.

Anyway, by the end of Sweet Corn season every year (when I eat it 5 meals out of 7...and in prodigious quantities), I'm about a gnat's ass away from a divorce.

Spaw