One of the things i like to do when i'm idling away my spare time is to play around editing miscellaneous pictures, changing their effects, altering their focus, turning photos into pencil sketches and so on.

I'd given a few of my own pictures the latter treatment and was feeling fairly pleased with the results when i showed them to my wife who gave a cursorary glance before remarking, You look like a frog!

Feeling somewhat crestfallen, i wandered off for some more tinkering, not even thinking until much later: did she mean i looked like a frog in those particular images or do i just look somewhat froglike in real life?

Perhaps, i mused, she only married me because she expected me to suddenly transform into a handsome prince upon our wedding night?

The sense of disappointment and regret must have been intolerable for the poor woman, having anticipated a golden life in a luxurious palace with a right royal beefcake only to find that she was forever shackled to some kind of croaky amphibian without the proverbial pot to piss in.

A sobering warning then to all women out there who don the rose-tinted specs when dreaming of their romantic futures, because if you marry something resembling a toad then it's pretty safe to say that he'll never turn into Prince Charming no matter how often you kiss the poor bugger.