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Got this in my email this morning. Forwarded it to the DH, but I doubt he will see anything familiar.... :chuckle
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From a housewife* (*obvious problem #1, she's apparently married to a house!):
When the power mower broke and wouldn't run, I kept hinting to my husband that he ought to get it fixed, but somehow the message never sank in. Finally I thought of a clever way to make my point. When my husband arrived home that day, he found me seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
He watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. He was gone only a few moments when he came out again. He handed me a toothbrush. "When you finish cutting the grass," he said, "you might as well sweep the sidewalks."
The doctors say he will probably live, but it will be quite awhile before the casts come off.
Tweety, BSN, RN
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Fresh from my shower, I stand in front of the mirror, complaining to my husband that my breasts are too small.
Instead of characteristically telling me it's not so, he
uncharacteristically comes up with a suggestion: "If you want your breaststo grow, then every day take a piece of toilet paper and rub it betweenyour
breasts for a few seconds."
Willing to try anything, I fetch a piece of toilet paper and stand in
frontof the mirror, rubbing it between my breasts.
"How long will this take?" I
ask. "They will grow larger over a period of years," he replies.
I stop."Do you really think rubbing a piece of toilet paper between my breasts every day will make my breasts larger over the years?"
Without missing a beat he says, "Worked for your butt, didn't it?"
He's still alive, and with a great deal of therapy, may even walk again.
Stupid, stupid man.