Submitted By: (Hugh Curry)
On their anniversary night, the husband sat his wife
sat down in the den with her favourite magazine, turned
on the soft reading lamp, slipped off her shoes, patted
and propped her feet and announced that he was preparing
dinner all by himself.
"How romantic!" she thought.
Two-and-a-half hours later, she was still waiting for
dinner to be served.
She tiptoed to the kitchen and found it a colossal mess.
Her harried husband, removing something indescribable
from the smoking oven, saw her in the doorway. "Almost
ready!" he vowed. "Sorry it took me so long
-- I had to refill the pepper shaker."
"Why, honey, how long could that have taken you?"
"More'n an hour, I reckon. Wasn't easy stuffin'
it through those dumb little holes."
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