My wife gave me an ultimatum.
It was her or my addiction to sweets.
The decision was a piece of cake.
My wife has evil lessons with Satan every week...
I don’t know how much she charges.
"Push harder!" I shouted at my wife while she was in labor.
"I hate you, I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone!" she screamed back at me.
Bit harsh I thought… it wasn't my fault the car broke down on the way to the hospital.
My husband decided life would be easier if he wired a new light switch in the master bedroom to save us from fumbling in the dark for the lamp. He cut through the drywall and found a stash of bottles and small boxes inside the wall.
"Honey!" he called excitedly. "You've got to come here and see what I found!"
I ran in and quickly realized that his next task would be to fix the hole that now led into the back of our medicine cabinet.