I was a bachelor all last weekend. My wife went to see her niece graduate from the University of Georgia and left on Thursday. We’re not separated often. I know it sounds corny, but after 40 years of marriage, we still like doing most things together.
But I managed pretty well. I watched grandkids at a t-ball game Thursday night, went to a friend’s party Friday evening, attended a family cemetery meeting Saturday morning, cleaned up the yard that afternoon, made it to church on Sunday, visited my mother for Mother’s Day, washed my truck and finally sat on my back porch and piddled away the day. That is, until the “boss” got back home late Sunday afternoon. Then it was back to a few chores she wanted to do, and finally I cooked her dinner for Mother’s Day.
The cooking part isn’t entirely true. I read one somewhere that men like to take credit for making dinner when they cook outside on the grill. We like to make it out as a big ordeal, a sacrifice to feed the family (even though we actually enjoy it). The problem is we don’t take into account that our wives are doing everything else that has to be done to make the meal. The side dishes have to be prepared, the table set, the plates and silverware cleaned and the leftovers properly containerized and put away. If the grandkids are at the house, they get bathed and ready for bed.
But with the bachelor theme in mind, I found some jokes at funnyjokesgo.com I’d like to pass along.
• Don't marry for money; you can borrow it cheaper.
• Men have a better time than women; for one thing, they marry later; for another thing, they die earlier.
--H. L. Mencken
• I take my wife everywhere, but she always keeps finding her way back home.
• I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?" She said, "Somewhere I have never been!" I told her, "How about the kitchen?"
• We always hold hands. If I let go, she shops.
• She got a mudpack and looked great for two days. Then the mud fell off.
• She ran after the garbage truck, yelling, "Am I too late for the garbage?" Following her down the street I yelled, "No, jump in."
• If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife yelling at the front door, who do you let in first? The dog of course ... at least he'll shut up after you let him in!