A husband and wife were lying in bed in the pitch black of night, whispering intensely:
Husband: “I won’t be able to sleep afterward.”
Wife: “Well, I can’t sleep without it.”
Husband: “Why do you always think of things like this in the middle of the night?”
Wife: “Because I’m hot!”
Husband: “You get hot at the darnedest times.”
Wife: “If you loved me, I wouldn’t have to beg you.”
Husband: “If you loved me, you’d be more considerate.”
Wife: (Sobbing) “You don’t love me anymore…”
Husband: (Sighing) “Alright, alright—I’ll do it.”
Wife: “What’s the matter? Need a flashlight?”
Husband: “I can’t find it in the dark.”
Wife: “Oh, for heaven’s sake, just feel for it!”
Husband: “There. Are you satisfied? Is it up far enough?”
Wife: “Oh yes, honey, that’s perfect.”
Husband: “Great. Now go to sleep. And from now on—when you want the window opened, do it yourself!”
