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One afternoon a man came home from work to find total mayhem in his house.
His three children were outside, still in their
pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes
and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The
door of his wife's car was open, as was the front
door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he
found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked
over, and the throw rug was wadded against one
wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a
cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn
with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen,
dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled
on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor,
a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile
of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys
and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He
was worried she may be ill, or that something
serious had happened. He found her lounging in the
bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas,
reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and
asked how his day went. He looked at her
bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day
when you come home from work and ask me what in the
world did I do today?"
Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Time is a Dressmaker, Specializing in Alterations!
His three children were outside, still in their
pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes
and wrappers strewn all around the front yard. The
door of his wife's car was open, as was the front
door to the house. Proceeding into the entry, he
found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked
over, and the throw rug was wadded against one
wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a
cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn
with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen,
dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled
on the counter, dog food was spilled on the floor,
a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile
of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys
and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He
was worried she may be ill, or that something
serious had happened. He found her lounging in the
bedroom, still curled in the bed in her pajamas,
reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and
asked how his day went. He looked at her
bewildered and asked, "What happened here today?"
She again smiled and answered, "You know every day
when you come home from work and ask me what in the
world did I do today?"
Yes," was his incredulous reply.
She answered, "Well, today I didn't do it."
Time is a Dressmaker, Specializing in Alterations!
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