The Luckless Bastard

My brother and I were having one of our usual length conversations on the phone about life, the universe and everything.

He had his usual hour long talk with my wife and then she handed the phone back to me.

He wanted to let me know that I was a luckless bastard. I got such a good woman for a wife that I couldn't have found her with the aid of a fistfull of 4-leaf clovers.

BTW, according to my wife, he feels the same way for himself