> 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." > > 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
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, 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?"
