>The husband had finished his book, "Man of the House" by the time he reached >home. He stormed into the house and walked directly up to his wife. > >Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know >that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare >me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a >sumptuous dessert afterward. Then after dinner, you're going to draw me a >bath so I can relax. And when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going >to dress me and comb my hair?" > > >"The fucking funeral director," said his wife.