Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Why can’t you be like that?


Jill tells her husband, “Jack, that young couple that just moved in next door seem such a loving twosome. 

Every morning, when he leaves the house, he kisses her goodbye, and every evening when he comes homes, he brings her a dozen roses.

Now, why can’t you do that?”

“Gosh,” Jack says, “why I hardly know the girl.”