My wife seems to be losing her sense of humor for no apparent reason. Why just the other day, she got mad when she announced that she was going to the beauty parlor. She used to go in the past, having facials, premier dead sea treatments and the whole shebang. But she hadn’t been in years, so I just couldn’t resist asking:
“Are you going in for an estimate or are you going to get the work done?”
I’m still sleeping in the yard …
