my wife reads The Onion
She sent me this:
Who’s Going To Clean Up This Romantic Gesture?When I walked through the door last night, red and pink rose petals were scattered across the vestibule and up the stairs to the bedroom. How inconsiderate can one husband get? I could have slipped and broken my neck! Fortunately, the cloying, sickly-sweet odor of roses gave the petals away, and I was able to spot them before my heel slipped.
Besides that, when the hot air from the wall registers blow them all around, I’ll be the one to spend a couple hours with a vacuum attachment bending beside the bed and under the dresser and most likely screwing up my lower back some more.
Heh. The truth hurts.
UPDATE: Look at the woman’s face (below). Double heh.
posted Aug 19, 2006, 4:15pm by Rodolpho Carrasco
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Too funny! And too true!