A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session.
Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip.
The wife answers: “Thank you, honey, what would you like me to bring for you?”
The husband laughs and says: “An Italian girl!!!” The woman kept quiet and left.
Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: “So, honey, how was the trip?”
“Very good, thank you.” “And, what happened to my present?”
“Which present?” She asked. “The one I asked for – an Italian girl!!”
“Oh, that,…” she said, “Well, I did what I could, now we have to wait for nine months to see if it is a girl !!!”
Wife’s Response To Her Lazy Husband Is Hilarious And Karma At Its Finest
Sometimes it’s easy to forget to listen to our partners when they ask for something, and not tune out and consider their request “nagging”.
A little appreciation and doing something you may consider a chore without complaint can be the best thing for a relationship. That’s a lesson this husband learned the hard way.
A husband is at home watching a football game when his wife interrupts him.
“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 lights now? Does it look like I have a GE logo printed on my forehead? I don’t think so.”
“Fine.” Then the wife asks, “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 at least you could fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break.”
“I’m not a 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 of hours. He starts feeling guilty about how he treated his wife and decides to go home.
As he walks into the house he notices that 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,” he asks, “how did all this get fixed?”
“Ah 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 asked, “So what kind of cake did you bake him?”
She replied, “Helloooo, do you see ‘Betty Crocker’ written on my forehead? I don’t think so.”