: A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A FOOTBALL : GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,"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 : LIGHT? : NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE A G.E. LOGO : PRINTED ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO.

" : : 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 YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX : THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR? THEY'RE ABOUT TO : BREAK.

" : : "I'M NOT A DAMN 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 : HOURS. : : HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE TREATED : HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES TO GO HOME AND HELP OUT. AS : HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES 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, : HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?" : : SHE SAID, "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 SAID, "SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE : HIM?" : : SHE REPLIED, "HELLOOOOO.......

DO YOU SEE : BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?" :