The man orders an appetizer, soup, and the rack of lamb. When I turn to the wife she’s holding the menu in one hand and a Weight Watcher’s point book in the other.
“Oh, I don’t know what I can have,” the woman pouts.
“Oh for Chrissake’s pick something,” the husband says. What a nice supportive spouse.
Read through to the end. She should have married a waiter. If I ever treat my wife like anything less than the treasure she is, don't bother to shoot me. Just put me on the curb with the rest of the trash.
Thanks to Julie D.
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