When my kids were small, I always wished I had the nerve to NOT do something
for a couple of days just to show my husband. Never did though, he could
yell louder than I wanted to listen.
"Stormmee" wrote in message
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excellent, Lee
"LadyJane" wrote in message
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That reminded me of this one. Same idea.

One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in
his house. His three children were outside, still in their pajamas,
playing in the mud with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all
around the front yard.

The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the
house. Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp
had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.
In the front room, the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and
the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing. In
the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the
counter, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under
the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

He ran up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of
clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or
that something serious had happened. He found her lounging in the
bedroom, still curled up in the bed, still in her pajamas, reading a
novel.

She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.

He looked at her bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"

She again smiled and answered, "You know every day when you come
home from work and ask me what in the world I did today?"

"Yes," was his incredulous reply, half shouting.

The smile remained, "Well, today I didn't do it."