Husband sent a text to his wife at night,
“Hi I will get late, please try and wash all my dirty clothes and make sure you prepare my favorite dish before I return.”
but there is no reply…..
He sent another text,
“And I forgot to tell you that I got an increase in my salary at the end of the month I’m getting you a new car” this time, She text back, “OMG really?”
The husband replied:
“No, I just wanted to make sure you got my first message”
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.”