posted 01-18-2002 06:32 PM         

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING
A FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS
WIFE INTERRUPTS, HONEY, COULD
YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR
WEEKS NOW.

HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS
ANGRILY; FIX THE LIGHT, NOW?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE A G.E. LOGO
PRINTED ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO!

THE WIFE ASKS, WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX
THE FRIDGE DOOR? IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT.

TO WHICH HE REPLIED, FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I
DON'T
THINK SO.

FINE, SHE SAYS THEN YOU COULD AT
LEAST FIX THE STEPS TO THE FRONT
DOOR? THEY'RE ABOUT TO BREAK.

I'M NOT A DAMN CARPENTER AND I DON'T WANT TO FIX
STEPS, HE SAYS. DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ACE
HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!

SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
COUPLE OF HOURS. HE STARTS TO FEEL
GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE TREATED HIS WIFE,
AND DECIDES TO GO HOME AND HELP OUT.
AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED. AS HE
ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES
THE HALL LIGHT IS WORKING. AS HE GOES TO
GET A BEER, HE NOTICES THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
'HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT OUTSIDE
AND CRIED. JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME WHAT WAS WRONG,
AND I
TOLD HIM. HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE
REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE
A
CAKE.
HE SAID, SO WHAT KIND OF
CAKE DID YOU BAKE HIM?
SHE REPLIED,
HELLOOOOO.......DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO!