Kay and I got married while we were in Vegas—you know, one of those tacky roadside wedding chapels where fat Elvis gives the vows. We loved every minute of it. I promised Kay that I'd plan a real honeymoon for us soon. She decided to keep her job until after the baby was born for the insurance. I told her she could go on my insurance, but she said the extra money was worth the headache. She reminded me that it was the str...