There comes a time when a woman just has to trust her husband…
For example…A wife comes home late one evening, and quietly opens the door to the Master Bedroom.
From under the blanket she sees four legs instead of two.
She reaches for a baseball bat and starts whacking the blanket as hard as she can.
Leaving the covered bodies groaning, she goes to the kitchen to have a drink.
As she enters, she sees her husband there, leaning on the counter, reading a magazine.
“Hi Darling”, he says, “Your parents have come to visit, so I let ’em stay in our bedroom.
Did you say “hello”?