About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Are you married to a hotdog head?
Stop me if you’ve heard this one:
A wife is doing the dishes. Her husband comes up behind her and says, “Why don’t you take a break?” She stops doing the dishes but starts folding clothes. Again, her husband comes up behind her and says, “Why don’t you take a break?” So she stops folding clothes but this time she picks up the vacuum. Exasperated, her husband comes up behind her again and says, “I thought you were going to take a break?” She turns off the vacuum and says, “Well, why don’t you stop following me around and start cleaning up around here so I can take a damn break? Weinerface!”
Oh wait, sorry, that’s not a joke, that’s this afternoon’s conversation.