What will you be doing this weekend? I think I’ll just do the “Betty Crocker” thing and bake a cake while hubby does some things on the “Honey-do” list. Just kidding. One of the things I love about my hubby is that he isn’t afraid to pick up a tool or take out the trash — unlike my father. My father was taking out the trash one day when his neighbor saw him and asked, “Is Lydia sick?” My father replied, “Yes, how did you know? I didn’t say anything.” Then the neighbor said, “Because you’re taking out the trash. And you never take out the trash, so I figure Lydia must be sick.” Well that’s my dad for you. We just love him for his other qualities. Whatever you do this weekend, I hope you enjoy yourself. Until next time, I’m leaving you with a little something I think will make you smile.
Cake or Bed:
A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrupts,
“Honey,” she says, “Could you fix the light in the hallway? It’s been flickering for several weeks now.”
He looks at her and says angrily, “Fix the lights now…in the middle of this football game? No way.
Besides, does it look like I have General Electric written on my forehead? I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” says the wife, and then she asks,
“Well, could you at least fix the fridge door? It won’t close right and I’m afraid the food inside is going to spoil.”
To which the husband replies, “Fix the fridge door now…in the middle of this play-off game? No way.
Besides, does it look like I have Westinghouse written on my forehead? I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” she says, “Then could you at least fix the steps leading up to the front door? They are about to break.”
“One, I’m not a carpenter and two, I would like to watch this game,” the husband says.
“Besides, does it look like I have Ace Hardware written on my forehead? I don’t think so.
You know, I’ve had enough of you and your requests. I’m going to the bar where I can watch the football game without all these interruptions!!!”
So off he goes to the local bar, where he watches the remainder of the game
and drinks for several hours……….
After a while, however, he starts to feel guilty about how he has treated his wife, and he decides to return home.
As he approaches the house he notices that the steps leading up to the front door have been fixed.
Then, as he enters the house, he sees that the hall light is working.
And shortly thereafter when he goes to get a beer, he notices that the fridge door has also been fixed.
“Honey,” he calls to his wife, “How did all these things get fixed?”
“Well,” she said, “When you left I went outside, sat in a lawn chair, and cried.
As luck would have it, I wasn’t out there too long when the nicest young man came by and asked me what was wrong.
And I told him.
He, in turn, offered to do all the repairs, and all I had to do was either go to bed with him or bake him a cake.”
“So,” the husband said, “What kind of cake did you bake?”
To this the wife replied, “Hellooooo…do you see Betty Crocker written on my forehead?
I don’t think so!”