The wife said,"I'd love to be eight again."

Now; what is it about the above statement that I mis-understood?

The wifes birthday was near so I asked her what she would like for her birthday.

She replied; "I'd love to be eight, again".

So I prepared for her birthday. On the morning of her birthday, I arose early and made her a nice bowl of Coco Pops.
Accepting no arguments, I then took her off to the local theme park.

WOW; what a day!

Despite her attempted protests I put her on every ride in the park. Hours later and breathless she staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reelling and her stomach felt upside down.

We then went to the nearest McDonalds where I ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a large refreshing chocolate Milk Shake.

Then we went off to the movies; the latest Star Wars epic, a hot dog, popcorn and all the coke she could drink, her favourite lollies and M&Ms. What a fabulous adventure.

Finally, we went home and she wobbled inside and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

I leaned over the birthday Girl with a big smile and asked, "Well Dear, what was it like being eight, again?"

She slowly opened her eyes, her expression changed, then she said, "I meant my dress size, you f*#kin' tw*t".

Now, even when I listen to what she is saying, I am still going to get it wrong.

I may be able to move back into the house next week, meanwhile the dog snores at night and needs some more flea powder.

John.