Secrets of marriage

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A youthful couple chose to marry. As the big day approached, they became uneasy. Each had an issue they had never before shared with anyone, not even each other. The lucky man to-be, defeating his fear, chose to approach his dad for advice. “Dad,” he said, “I am profoundly worried about the success of my marriage.”

“Don’t you love this girl?” His dad replied.

“Yes sir, very much,” he said, “but you see, I have very stinky feet and I’m afraid that my soon to be wife will be put off by them.”

“No problem, I have a solution…,” said dad, “all you have to do is wash your feet as often as possible and always wear socks, even to bed.”

Well, to him this seemed a workable solution.

The bride-to-be, overcoming her fear, decided to take her problem up with her mom. “Mom,” she said, “When I wake up in the morning, my breath is truly awful.”

“Sweetie,” her mother consoled, “that’s normal! Everyone has bad breath in the morning.”

“No, you don’t understand. My morning breath is so bad, I’m afraid that my husband-to-be will not want to sleep in the same room with me.”

Her mother said simply, “Try this. when you wake up get straight out of bed and head for the kitchen to make breakfast. He is busy eating, move on to the bathroom and brush your teeth. The key is, not to say a word until you’ve brushed your teeth.”

“I shouldn’t say morning or anything?” the daughter asked.

“Not a word,” her mother confirmed.

“Well, it’s certainly worth a try,” the daughter thought.

The next Saturday loving couple were finally married. Not forgetting the advice each had received, he with his perpetual socks and she with her morning silence, they managed quite well. That is, until about four months later.

Shortly before sun rise one morning, the husband wakes with a start to find that one of his socks had come off. Fearful of the consequences, he frantically searches the bed. This, of course, wakes his bride and without thinking, she asks, “What on earth are you doing?”

“Oh, my,” he replies, “you’ve swallowed my sock!”
 
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