Thinking Has a Way of Getting Me into Trouble (standard:humor, 900 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 26 2019	Views/Reads: 1242/889	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I know that I am not a perfect person. I get in deep trouble when for some reason I think otherwise.

Just when I think I have all my bases covered, a new one shows up, and
it's not a homerun. 

I know all my tocks don't tick, but I do the best I can. I may not be
the best all the time, but I try, and I try, and I try. I do not want 
to be a nuisance to anybody, so I try not to, especially with the 
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. (Does trying count for anything?) 

Quite often, I make the mistake of believing because I have been married
so long I know my wife and what she is going to do or say next. 

Confidence is a tricky thing, however. The more confidence I think I
have, the more trouble I seem to get into. I certainly do not want to 
be negative in this regard, but I have the proof that it works in my 
life. 

For instance, on her birthday, I try to give her something that will
make her happy. If you do not think that is a hard chore, then come 
over to my house and try it one time. Just when I think she is into a 
certain thing, I blow it. 

I have blown this so many times that there is a hurricane named after
me. 

I worked very hard trying to find a Christmas gift that will surprise
her and delight her. Occasionally, I will succeed. I remember one year 
I got her something special and she was very delighted with it. She 
thanked me several times. I was happy. 

My memory being what it is or isn't, the next year I got her the same
Christmas gift. She opened it and said, “Oh, isn't this what you got me 
last year?” 

One thing, she is a marvelous chef and can bake, cook and fry anything
and it all comes out delicious. Except, for that nasty little thing 
called “broccoli.” 

I love everything that she cooks except that, of course. 

The proof of her ability as a chef is me. When we first met, I was as
skinny as they come without even one fat cell in my body. Now, look at 
me. And, it is all her fault. 

Recently, this thing about thinking showed itself. 

Many things I love to eat, but my wife's mac and cheese has to be at the
top of the list. She makes the best M and C that I have ever tasted. 
Being the kind of husband that usually gets in trouble, I try 
compensating by always thanking and praising her for this delicious 
dish. 

I had been at a two-day conference and was greatly delighted to get
home. They do have lunch at those conferences, but not quite the 
quality I am accustomed to. I was quite anxious to get home and have 
what they call a “home-cooked dinner.” By the time I got home, all I 
could think about was dinner that night. 

One of the dishes she had was her infamous mac and cheese. I could not
tell her how delighted I was to be home and especially to enjoy some of 
this macaroni and cheese. 

We sat down at the table, had prayer and then I delved into the luxury
of one of the best home-cooked dinners I ever had. At the center of the 
table was this magnificent Mac and cheese. 

What happened next was something I had not planned for. 

She told me one of her friends brought over some things for our dinner.
She did not say exactly, but I took it to mean that the mac and cheese 
was one of the dishes. 

Looking at me she said, “What do you think of that mac and cheese?” 

At the time, I was not thinking of any trick questions. I responded by
simply saying, “It's wonderful, but it's not quite as good as the ones 


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