Their domestic tranquillity had long been the talk of the town.
A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.
"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the lady.
"We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down to the bottom of the canyon by pack mule.
We hadn't gone too far when my husband's mule stumbled.
"My husband quietly said 'That's once.'
We proceeded a little farther when the mule stumbled again.
Once more my husband quietly said, 'That's twice.'
We hadn't gone a half-mile when the mule stumbled a third time.
My husband promptly removed a revolver from his pocket and shot him.
I started to protest over his treatment of the mule
when he looked at me and quietly said 'That's once.'"
This is how every good marriage is but typically (and lets be honest here) it is the woman with all the control.
I have no problem admitting that my wife wears the pants in my house. That's fine with me
Sure every once in a while I pretend to make a decision or I act like I can do what I want.
But I know the truth and so do most of the people around me.