For My Dear Sam

I tried to leave the following as a comment to this post at Sam's blog, Temporarily Me. I guess it was too long, as it wouldn't go through. I think this is worthy of it's own post.

Sam, honey, this is for you!

A man came home from work and found his three children outside,
still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes
and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife's car was open, as was the front door to the
house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding Into the entry, he found an even bigger mess.
A lamp had
been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall.
In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and
the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled
on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled
on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile
of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of
clothes, looking for his wife.
He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had
happened.
He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its
way out the bathroom door.
As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys
strewn over the floor.
Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared
over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in
the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel.
She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, 'What happened here today?'
She again smiled and answered, 'You know every day when you come
home from
work and you ask me what in the world I do all day?'
'Yes,' was his incredulous reply.
She answered, 'Well, today I didn't do it.

Now, give him a taste and THEN kick him in HIS nuts!