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A husband complaining and make a wish..
> > > Oh Lord, please have mercy on me, > > > I work so hard,.....meantime my wife > > > stays at home. > > > > > > I would give anything if you would > > > grant me one wish > > > "switch me into my wife". She's got it > > > easy at home. > > > I want to teach her a lesson of how > > > tough a man's life is. > > > > > > As God was listening he felt sorry for > > > this soul and granted > > > his wish. > > > > > > Next morning the "new woman" wakes up > > > at dawn, makes lunch boxes, > > > prepares breakfast, wakes up the kids > > > for school, puts a load > > > of clothes in the washer, takes the meat > > > out of the freezer, > > > drives the kids to school; > > > > > > On his way back stops at the gas > > > station, goes to the bank to > > > cash a cheque, pays the electricity and > > > phone bills, picks up the > > > husbands clothes from the cleaners, > > > and quickly goes to the > > > market. > > > > > > It was 1:00 p.m. already; he made the > > > beds, took the clothes > > > out of the washer and put another load in; > > > he vacuumed the house, > > > made some rice, washed the breakfast dishes, > > > went to pick up the kids > > > from school > > > and had an argument with the kids on > > > the way home. Dropped > > > one off at > > > ballet, one at soccer practice, and > > > one at swimming lessons > > > and then went back and picked them all up > > > again. > > > > > > As soon as he got home he fed the > > > kids, washed another load > > > of dirty dishes; hung the damp clothes he > > > had washed on the > > > chairs because > > > it was raining outside. > > > > > > He helped the kids with their > > > homework, watched some TV while > > > he ironed some clothes; prepared dinner, > > > gave the kids a bath > > > and put them to sleep. > > > > > > At 9:00 p.m. he was so tired he went > > > to bed. Of course there > > > was some more duties from the husband and > > > somehow he managed them > > > also and finally fell asleep. > > > > > > The next morning he prays to God once > > > again: > > > > > > Oh Lord, what was I thinking when I > > > asked you to grant my wish, > > > I can't take it anymore. I beg you > > > please switch me back to myself, > > > please oh please. > > > > > > Then he hears God's voice speaking to > > > him, saying: > > > > > > Dear son, of course I'll switch you > > > back into yourself, but > > > there's one minor detail, > > > > > > .......you'll have to wait 9 months...... > > > > > > ....... last night you got pregnant! 
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