Too bad, you omitted to mention that no hubby could have his heart full of live [sic - life?] when his wife has her head full of curlers/rollers or when her hair is dirty.
Dear man, I've been married for 26 years (and counting) to the same man. His head is full of life (not sure what that means exactly but I imaging raring to go) when I'm wearing ratty T-shirt and gym shorts, my hair is dirty, and I'm up to my elbows scrubbing pots and pans, and he just took out the garbage.
We married each other for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, 'til death do us part. We love each other when we're sick, we love each other when we're broke, we love each other when things are going from bad to worse.
Life isn't always a bowl of cherries, you know, and it's not a Hollywood movie. Sometimes hair gets dirty, sometimes the kids scream, sometimes the garbage needs to be taken to the curb because the garbage truck comes tomorrow.
Would we be happier married to a model in a magazine, living an air-brushed life in paradise? Maybe, but I don't think so. Someone's got to look after the kids, someone's got to take out the garbage.
As for Fred, he is funny, but doesn't seem to be able to do the "better, worse, richer, poorer, sickness, health, forsaking, death" thing. |
