A wife had just finished reading a new book entitled,
"You Can Be THE Woman of Your House" (Uh-oh . . .)
She stormed to her husband in the kitchen and announced,
"From now on, you need to know that I am
THE woman of this house and
MY word is Law!
You
WILL prepare me a gourmet meal each night, and when I'm finished eating my meal, you
WILL serve me a scrumptious dessert!
After dinner, you
WILL draw me a bath so I can relax every night while you're doing the dishes and scrubbing the kitchen!
You
WILL wash my back and towel me dry and bring me my robe!
Then, you
WILL massage my feet and hands!"
Stopping to catch her breath, she then said, in an only slightly milder tone . . . "Then each morning, starting tomorrow, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
Taken aback, the husband thought for a moment and replied, "My first guess would be the funeral director."