A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A FOOTBALL
GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,"HONEY, COULD
YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY? IT'S BEEN FLICKERING
FOR WEEKS NOW."

HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY. "FIX THE
LIGHT? NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE A G.E. LOGO
PRINTED ON MY FOREHEAD?

I DON'T THINK SO."
WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? IT
WON'T CLOSE RIGHT."
TO WHICH HE REPLIED, "FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO."

"FINE," SHE SAYS "THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST
FIX THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR? THEY'RE ABOUT
TO BREAK."
"I'M NOT A DAMN CARPENTER AND I DON'T WANT
TO FIX STEPS," HE SAYS. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I
HAVE ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T
THINK SO. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. I'M GOING TO THE
BAR!!!"

SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
COUPLE HOURS. HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE
TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES TO GO HOME AND HELP
OUT. AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES THE STEPS
ARE ALREADY FIXED. AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE
SEES THE HALL LIGHT IS WORKING. AS HE GOES TO GET
A BEER, HE NOTICES THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.

'HONEY, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?"

SHE SAID, "WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT OUTSIDE
AND CRIED. JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED
ME WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM. HE OFFERED
TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS
EITHER GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE."

HE SAID, "SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE
HIM?"

SHE REPLIED, "HELLOOOOO........ DO YOU SEE
BETTY CROKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?!?!"