Thursday Bridge Game

This woman has her bridge club every Thursday night. After a peaceful
game or two with the ladies, she goes home to fix her husband dinner
when he gets home from work. One Thursday, she's playing a great game
and she has an incredible hand when she notices the time. "Oh, no! I
have to go fix my husband his dinner! He's going to be so angry if it's
not ready on time."

She dashes out of her friend's house; her great hand forgotten on the
table.

When she gets home, she realizes she has very little time. There is
enough time to go to the supermarket and all she has in the cupboard is
a wilted lettuce leaf, an egg and a can of cat food. In a panic, she
opens the can of cat food, stirs in the egg, and garnishes it with the
lettuce leaf, just as her husband is pulling up. She watches in horror
as he sits down to his dinner, and then she realizes he is loving it!

"Mmmm, darling, this is the best dinner you have made for me in forty
years of marriage. You can make this for me any old day, yum!" And that
night, they had sex for the first time in months and it was great.

Needless to say, every Thursday from then on, she made this dinner for
her husband. She tells her bridge cronies about it and they are all
horrified. "You're going to kill him," they'd all say.

Two months later, her husband died and all the bridge women the
Thursday after the funeral attacked our new widow for being so callous.

"You killed him! We told you that feeding him that cat food every week
would do him in! How can you just sit there so calmly and play bridge
knowing you murdered your husband?"

The wife stoically replied, "Ahh, I didn't kill him. He fell off the
mantle while he was licking his rear."