Whilst you’re married, in particular for several years, you get to turn out to be more relaxed being extra of yourself around your companion. this will be a tremendous issue as two human beings develop closer collectively in what have to be a lifelong journey of discovery and enlightenment. however, at the turn facet, your associate can also start to get for your last nerve with a number of their behaviors and habits. We see this regularly while married couples bicker and complain about something the alternative man or woman’s doing that certainly receives underneath their skin. but, this form of dynamic doesn’t always have to be terrible, a bit playful humor among a couple can make for a completely effective bond. We see an instance of this in a comic story approximately an irritated husband whose wife has the final giggle.
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?”
