SUNDAY - LOTSA' TIME TO KILL

Just got back from 3 hours of CHURCH. Good lessons in SUNDAY SCHOOL meeting on "How to treat your wife like a QUEEN". I do that all the time.

Wilma comes home from work & I usually arrive home from the GOLF COURSE about the same time. I ask her "what's for dinner?" She says, "I want to eat out". I says, "can't be spending all that money on frivolous things".."I need a new set of Calloway golf clubs".

So she starts dinner - I say "Nothing fancy, leftover FILET MIGNON, TWICE BAKED POTATO, ASPARAGUS TIPS with HOLLADAIS SAUCE will do nicely. Bye the way, do we have any Apple Pie left"?

After dinner I try to help her with dishes by reminding her that they won't wash themselves. She claims she's tired. "Take your time, as long as you've got them done before I go to bed. The dishwasher might keep me awake".

This goes on & on, her complaining about working all day then having to put in another 4 or 5 hours around the house. I remind her that when she was younger she was abble to put in a 15 - 16 hour day's work without complaining.I tell her "I'd help you, but the JAZZ are playing the HEAT tonight and you know I can't miss the game".

I wake up in the DIXIE REGIONAL MEDICAL CENTER with 2 broken legs, multiple contusions & various other ailments. The Dr.s say they'll send me home in a couple of weeks, but I can't do any work around the house for at least 2 months. There goes my opportunity to treat Wilma like a Queen.