| Two mothers met for coffee one morning, and the conversation naturally turned to their kids. "Well, Martina, how are your kids?", asks Jessica. "To tell you the truth," says Martina, "my George has married a witch! She doesn't get out of bed until 11. She's out all day spending his money on Heaven knows what, and when he gets home, exhausted, does she have a nice hot dinner for him? NO! She makes him take her out to dinner at an expensive restaurant." "Hmmm ... and how is your daughter?", Jessica asks. "Ah!", says Martina. "Cathy has married a saint! He brings her breakfast in bed, he gives her enough money to buy all she needs, and in the evening he takes her out to dinner at a nice, fancy restaurant." |