Monday, July 30, 2012

I CLEAN TOILETS BECAUSE I LOVE MY WIFE!!

Probably one of the most trite and over-used statements of all time is, "You have to work at a marriage." I heard that statement a million times when I was a young man, and to me it was simply, "blah blah blah." Then, after getting a divorce after a 23 year marriage, I began to believe that statement meant more than I thought. I didn't work at it, and it failed.

 In a few days, I will celebrate 20 years of marriage to my current and last wife. I was too dumb to make the first one work, but at least I learned a lesson. I can honestly say that I work at this one. For one thing, my wife doesn't like cleaning toilets, so every week I clean the three toilets in our house. I do the dishes, sweep the carpet, take out the trash, and that's just to mention a few of the things I do. Why do I clean toilets? Because I love my wife. When we are watching TV, we don't sit in separate chairs. We sit together. Some times holding hands, sometimes with my arm around her. Without any warning, I arrange for flowers to be sent to her at her work. This one probably gets me the most points, because she shows off to the other women. Probably the most important thing I do is to tell her that I love her many times each day. That seems to reassure her that everything is okay and puts a glow deep inside.

I was at a wedding the other day, and the pastor was telling the couple the very same thing I am telling you. I can almost guarantee they didn't hear a word he was saying. I'm real sure I know where the groom's mind was, and it wasn't on corny stuff like that. Hopefully he will learn and not make the same mistake many of us, including me, have made in the past. It is a fact that you have to work at a marriage, and one of the best source of advice is from one who failed. That is, if he learned anything.

This blog has been pretty boring to many people, and the truth is many people come to my web site to see something funny. So as not to disappoint, I'm thowing this in:

My wife was screaming at me: "Leave! Get out of this house!" she ordered.
As I was walking out the door she yelled, "I hope you die a slow and painful death!"
So I turned around and replied,"So now you want me to stay?"

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