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Some Mysteries Are Tough To Solve (standard:humor, 902 words)
Author: GodspenmanAdded: Aug 26 2013Views/Reads: 2952/541Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
For my wife's birthday (I am not allowed to mention which one) I surprised her with round trip tickets to her family reunion in upper New York State. Out of courtesy to her, I elected not to include myself in her little vacation. After all, it is her fami
 



For my wife's birthday (I am not allowed to mention which one) I
surprised her with round trip tickets to her family reunion in upper 
New York State. Out of courtesy to her, I elected not to include myself 
in her little vacation. After all, it is her family and that is just 
the kind of man I am. 

I must say I was looking forward to a week in the house by myself, where
I could be the absolute boss. Nobody to tell me what to do. Nobody to 
tell me where to go. For a week, I would be the king of my castle; the 
captain of my ship; the pilot of my spacecraft. 

Actually, I need more than one week to do all of these things. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage deserves time off and away from
Yours Truly. All year long, she works hard and most of the time has her 
hands full trying to untangle me from one foil after another. Lately, 
it has developed into a foil-time job. 

The day finally came for me to take her to the airport and see her off.
As I kissed her goodbye, my thoughts roved back to the week that lay 
before me as a freelance husband. 

All the way back from the airport I played my Barry Manilow CD. I like
Barry Manilow because he can't Smile without Me. Believe me, a smile 
creased my clock all the way home. 

One difference between men and women, or maybe I should say husbands and
wives, is the notion of cleanliness. Wives have the idea that 
cleanliness is next to godliness. If true, ours is the godliest house 
on the planet. Even God must wipe his feet before coming into our home. 


As a man, I see absolutely no connection between cleanliness and
godliness. I do my best thinking, not to mention praying, in the midst 
of clutter. If godliness is related to happiness, then I am in heaven 
when I am in the midst of hodgepodge  the podgier the better. 

Along about Friday afternoon I was absolutely in heaven. The house was a
complete wreck and I could not have been happier. About this time, an 
incident developed that brought me to my senses. 

I was about ready to take a shower when I noticed the soap and shampoo
in my shower were gone. I knew reserves are somewhere in our house but 
for the life of me; I could not put my fingers on any of it. This is by 
my wife's design. 

Notwithstanding, and I was standing in my birthday suit, I needed to
take a shower. Then a brilliant idea struck me. Since my wife has not 
been home all week, the shampoo and soap in her shower should be in 
great supply. Snatching my towel from my shower, I headed for hers. 

One thing I noticed in my wife's shower was the variety of bottles. Not
wearing my glasses, I could not read the labels on any of them. 
However, I was not here to read bottles, but to take a shower, and so I 
disregarded the labels. 

I turned on the shower, adjusted the water temperature and began my
shower. I reached for the nearest bottle, which I assumed was shampoo. 
After dousing my hair with a generous portion, I began scrubbing my 
head. I noticed, however, no suds. I grabbed another bottle and 
repeated the procedure with the same results. 

After using 17 bottles, I finally found one that produced suds. 

I remember thinking to myself, what does my wife do with all these
bottles in her shower that do not do anything? Nevertheless, in a 
moment I forgot the whole incident, stepped out of her shower and 
toweled off. 

I made a cup of coffee and settled into my easy chair to watch a little
television. As I sat there, I noticed a strange fragrance. This is the 
difference between men and women. A man enjoys strange smells. A woman, 
on the other hand, enjoys fragrant aromas. 

I smelled a fragrant aroma with a strong tinge of fruit about it. It


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