They say that "a problem shared is a problem halved..."
I'm not too sure about that as last night I told my wife that my girlfriend was pregnant.
Most of us have a bad habit we are constantly trying to break. For me, it's biting my fingernails.
One day I told my husband about my latest solution: press-on nails.
"Great Idea, Honey," he smiled. "You can eat them straight out of the box."
Giorgo and his beautiful girl-friend Isabella rush in to see the vicar: "We want to get married. Here are all our papers, and these two people are our witnesses. Can you do a quick service?"
The vicar is amused. He marries the two young people, pockets his fee and asks: "Isn't there a proverb, something about not marrying in haste? Why are you two in such a hurry?"
Dragging his bride after him, Giorgio rushes out into the street: "We double parked!"
A couple had been married for 45 years and had raised a brood of 11 children and were blessed with 22 grandchildren.
When asked the secret for staying together all that time, the wife replies, "Many years ago we made a promise to each other: the first one to pack up and leave has to take all the kids...."
I have changed my system for labeling homemade freezer meals. I used to carefully note in large clear letters, "Meatloaf" or "Pot Roast" or "Steak and Vegetables or "Chicken and Dumplings" or "Beef Pot Pie."
However, I used to get frustrated when I asked my husband what he wanted for dinner because he never asked for any of those things. So, I decided to stock the freezer with what he really likes.
If you look in my freezer now you'll see a whole new set of labels. You'll find dinners with neat little tags that say: "Whatever," "Anything," "I Don't Know," "I Don't Care," "Something Good," or "Food"... no matter what my husband replies, I know I now have it.