I woke up one fine morning with a huge hangover. I forced myself to open my eyes, and the first thing I saw was couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. I sat down and saw my clothing in front of me, all clean and pressed.  Realize

I looked around the room and saw that it is in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house.

I took the aspirins and notices a note on the table.

"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love You!"

So I went to the kitchen and sure enough there was this hot breakfast and the morning newspaper.

My son was also at the table, eating.

I asked, "Son, what happened last night?"

My son said, "Well, you came home around 3 AM, drunk and delirious.

Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door".

Totally Confused, I asked, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?

I should expect a big quarrel with her!"

My son replied, "Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your clothes n shoes off,

you said , "hey !!!!!!! leave me alone! I'm married! I love my wife"