December 14, 2011

• The Doghouse Is A Man’s Castle

   

   

  The Doghouse Is A Man’s Castle       The other day I was telling Wifey a joke. She did not find it funny on the first telling, so I told it again with some modification. She failed to get it the second time and that’s when I transgressed……I told her that even a ‘bimbo’ would get the joke. I will not detail to you what followed in both verbiage and actions, as I’m not sure if minors may be reading this, except to say I was mute during the entire ordeal. I have been in the proverbial ‘doghouse’ for the last two days. It is not a nice place as Wifey was both the architect and contractor of it‘s restraints. My ‘doghouse’ is a cold and lonely place that is haunted with past transgressions and misspoken responses. A very lonely place. The food is all simple and comes from cellophane wrappers and peal top cans…..one step up from fasting. It is misleading to call my dilemma a ’doghouse’ in that at least the dog is shown affection and gets it butt scratched from time to time. I receive neither and I am cautioned not to solicit any. I am emotionally marooned! In time, Wifey will cool down and feel sorry for me and once again allow me into the matrimonial house, but there will be conditions…..warnings you might say. Then she will expect absolute contrition on my part followed by a nice dinner out and possibly sending her to the local hair dyer for a $40 tint job.  In the final analysis, I will do whatever it takes to get out of the ‘doghouse’ and back to the tender affections of my keeper and in the future, make sure I tell her only bimbo tolerant jokes! Now…..I need to go check the laundry.

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