There comes a time when my wife just has to trust her husband... For example...
My wife came home unexpectedly a day early, late at night, and quietly opened the door to our bedroom. Under the blanket she saw four legs instead of two.
She grabbed the baseball bat that we have for protection, and started hitting the blanket as hard as she could. Leaving the covered bodies groaning, she went to the kitchen to get a drink.
As she entered, she saw me, Ronnybabes, her husband
reading a magazine at the table.
“Hello Darling”, I said, "Your parents have come to visit us, so l let them stay in our bedroom. Did I do right"?
