On their anniversary night, the husband sat
his wife sat down in the den with her favorite 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 tip-toed to the kitchen and found it a colossal mess.
Her harried blonde 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."
