Got in the hooch this afternoon and stripped off my greasy cloths from being out in the shop. Sat down to watch the evening news and warm up by the wood stove. Wife came down and sat down and started talking to me. I guess I really wasn't paying to much attention to her or the news on the T.V. and being an old German I took what I heard literally. Well I kinda got grumpy and put my pants and boots back on and clumped back up the basement stairs and grabbed a roll of terlit paper from the bath room, came back down to get a coat on. My wife Linda looks at me and asked "What in the #%&! are you doing now?" I says to her I am going back out to the shed to get a ladder out and get on the roof with this roll of terlit paper. Well, it turns out that what she was talkin to me about was what we going to have fer supper tonight. Good thing I finally listened to her or I mighta slipped on a dropping next time I cleaned the chimney.
Well, not really after 35 years of marriage but all I heard was Chit on a shingle. Some times questioning an Irish gal with fists as hard as walnuts just don't make sense.
Yup, my wife's got a strong German background. One of the reasons I kept my cedar shake shingles from the old roof. If she "requests" chit-on-a-shingle, I'll just go to the shed and drop trouw. No way I'm climbing on the roof to pop a squat. Reminds me of a joke.... Two travelers are at the train station, one male, the other female. They board the train, only to find out the berths are all occupied, except one with a bunk. He starts- He- Hi, would you mind sharing this cabin? I'm married and not a threat, and this seems like our only option. She-I'm married also, no I don't mind. I agree, we'll have to make do. so they board the train. As night falls they prepare for bed. He-Thank you and sleep well. She- You also, 'till the morning. as the night wears on, it gets cold in the cabin. colder. after a point he decides to ask- He- Are you still awake? She- Yes. He- May I ask a favor? Could you toss me an extra blanket? I'ts getting cold. ........... She- Do you want to act like we're married?- (coy slinky voice) he starts to envision the night, smiles and replies- He- Yes. She- Get your own damm blanket.
