A ThirdAger enjoys playing poker with the boys, yet his wife constantly complains about his late hours.
One night, he is out even later than usual. At the next game, one of the players asks him what his wife said when he got home.
"Well," he says, "I slipped off my shoes at the front steps, pulled off my clothes in the hall, slipped into the bedroom and began to crawl into bed. She started to stir, but she must have thought I was the dog. She pushed me on the head and said, 'Get down, Rex, get down.' So I just licked her hand and she dozed off again."
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