A man took his wife to see the doctor.
“My wife thinks she’s a chicken,” he said.
The doctor replied, “That’s terrible. How long has she been like that?”
“Three years.”
The doctor was appalled. “Three years! Why didn’t you bring her to see me sooner?”
“We needed the eggs.”
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
The Laughing Housewife 
Another knee-slapping belly-whomper!
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Very good … Very good !
Peace
Siggi in Downeast Maine
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Okay! the one sit beside me thinking that I am insane! (ROTFLOL) 😛
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Laughter is good for the soul and the body. Keep doing it 😉
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If she lays, she stays. Dianne
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Ever the pragmatist, Dianne 🙂
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I know when I need a good laugh, to come here! Thank You!!!!
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It’s always a pleasure 🙂
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Groan to the joke.
Poor old henrietta! Somehow I share her pain. Maybe she’s a metaphor.
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I don’t know that breed 🙂
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Poor chicken.
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