From a 1773 New London (CT) almanac:
"The Mental and Personal Qualifications of a Husband:
* A tolerable Ear for Mufic, but no Fiddler. I must repeat it again, no fiddling Hufband!
* Stupid by no Means
* No great objection to 6 feet"
It works for me. Stupid fiddling husbands. Except Tom. It's okay that he fiddled.
Current song in my head:
"Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me for Me)"