You know what it’s like guys, you get married, the little lady looks after you in every way, at least for a while. That’s when you know the honeymoon is over.
My wife is a registered nurse, and once upon a time she used to fuss over every pain or mishap that came my way.
Just recently, however, I got a funny feeling that for me at least, that time had come, the honeymoon was over.
It was one of those weekends when I had been given a “honey do list” by my wife, a list of all the chores around the house that I was expected to take care of before the weekend was over.
I was about to go into the attic to fix the fan that we had up there and as I lifted myself from the ladder in the attic, I scratched my forehead on a crossbeam.
Then, crawling along the floor in the attic, I picked up splinters in both hands and I also cut one hand replacing the fan belt.
Then, on the way down the ladder, I missed the last two rungs and ended up twisting my ankle.
When I limped into the kitchen, all cut and bruised, my loving wife took one look at me and said, “Are those your good trousers?”
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