Tuesday, October 11, 2005
A Fairy Tale for My Wife
Yesterday, my wife and I took down our water bed and replaced it with a regular one. Based on a comment my wife made this morning, I decided to write a fairy tale just for her.
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Once upon a time there was a happily married man. This man had been married for 17 years to a wonderful woman who took care of, encouraged, and loved him. The man lived for his wife and did everything in his power to please her. Their lives were, in a word, perfect. Until the day the man's wife said, "Honey, let's take down the water bed and put up a regular bed instead."
Being a good husband who wanted nothing more than his wife's happiness and comfort, the man agreed. After toiling at work for hours, the man came home and slaved on his wife's project, sweating, straining, and panting. He drained the water bed, packed it in the driving rain to the shed in his back yard, rearranged more than half of the bedroom, hauled the regular bed she wanted from across town, and set it up exactly where she wanted it, barely finishing his labor of love in time for bed. But the man was happy because his work pleased his wife.
Because he wasn't used to the new bed, the man didn't sleep well that night. He tossed and turned and awoke every hour until it was time to get up and ready for work. As he was dressing, his wife asked him, "Did you sleep alright?"
"It was kind of rough, but I'll get used to it." The man bent over and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Anything for you, Dear."
"Oh, you are the sweetest man," she replied caressing his hand. "But..."
"But what?"
"I think I want the water bed back."
The police report listed "agrivated assault" as the reason for the arrest.
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Once upon a time there was a happily married man. This man had been married for 17 years to a wonderful woman who took care of, encouraged, and loved him. The man lived for his wife and did everything in his power to please her. Their lives were, in a word, perfect. Until the day the man's wife said, "Honey, let's take down the water bed and put up a regular bed instead."
Being a good husband who wanted nothing more than his wife's happiness and comfort, the man agreed. After toiling at work for hours, the man came home and slaved on his wife's project, sweating, straining, and panting. He drained the water bed, packed it in the driving rain to the shed in his back yard, rearranged more than half of the bedroom, hauled the regular bed she wanted from across town, and set it up exactly where she wanted it, barely finishing his labor of love in time for bed. But the man was happy because his work pleased his wife.
Because he wasn't used to the new bed, the man didn't sleep well that night. He tossed and turned and awoke every hour until it was time to get up and ready for work. As he was dressing, his wife asked him, "Did you sleep alright?"
"It was kind of rough, but I'll get used to it." The man bent over and kissed her softly on the forehead. "Anything for you, Dear."
"Oh, you are the sweetest man," she replied caressing his hand. "But..."
"But what?"
"I think I want the water bed back."
The police report listed "agrivated assault" as the reason for the arrest.
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