I’ve finally figured out the answer to the age old question that EVERY woman has asked herself …Why do Men get married?
Leaving the house, my husband, Clay, says “Honey, I need the keys.” We stop at 7-11. He buys gum, takes a stick, hands me the wrapper and the package. We stop at an Antique store, “I need the checkbook.” He wants to contact the owner of a certain piece so….”Honey, I need a pen…you got paper?” He hands me his notes. When we stop for lunch, he hands me his keys. Inside, he needs his reading glasses. We finish eating and he asks for his wallet.
The reason men get married….
APPARENTLY they need someone to carry their purse!
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