One night, a wife came home much later than usual.
She carefully slipped off her shoes, not wanting to wake her husband, and tiptoed toward the bedroom.
As she pushed the door open, the faint glow of the nightstand lamp revealed a strange sight—beneath the thick blanket on the bed, she could clearly make out not two, but four legs sticking out!
Her heart raced. “That lying, cheating—” she thought.
Without hesitating, she grabbed the baseball bat she kept nearby “just in case” and stormed over to the bed.
Fueled by rage, she lifted the bat and began swinging furiously, landing blow after blow on the mysterious pair under the blanket.
Panting, her anger spent, she dropped the bat.
Feeling both vindicated and drained, she decided she needed a drink to calm down.
She stumbled toward the kitchen, opened the fridge, and poured herself some cold water.
As she turned, she froze.
Sitting casually at the kitchen table, flipping through a magazine, was her husband—calm, unharmed, and very much not in bed.
He looked up, smiled warmly, and said,
“Oh hey, darling! You’re home. By the way, your parents arrived unexpectedly tonight, so I told them they could stay in our bedroom…”
July 14, 2023 @ 1:43 am
Hahhaha! Good one!