Originally Posted by Phyllis nm

my 1st husband, had his gall blatter taken out after about 6 trips to the er with pain, he went to the dr. then he wanted me to pick him up! well i just looked at that 230 lbs and shooked my head then turned and walked away. at home i gave him a large tin pan and a lg spoon to beat it with when wanted something and went to my sewing room in the other end of the house. in 10 mins the phone rang. it was his work, he called them, to tell them to call me and tell me to come back to the bedroom! well as i walked down the hall he yelled don't you dare laugh, well needless to say it was several mins before i could enter the room and then not with a stright face.he said he had beat the pan to death. he was mad becouse i made him laugh. i still laugh till i cry trying to tell the story.