A Sparkling Smile!

One day, my husband was rushing to get ready for church, as he was always running late.  He always got very dressed up when he went to church each Sunday, and usually wore a suit.  This was also during a time that he was practically addicted to Chapstick.  (He has since graduated from my Chapsticks Anonymous.)
 
Anyway, during his haste, he quickly grabbed some Chapstick and put a fairly thick layer on and was ready to run out the door.  I noticed that he had just grabbed one of our daughter's glitter Chapsticks!  I will say he looked very funny all dressed up in a suit with the glitter Chapstick on.  As he was rushing out of the door, I called him back to tell him of his blunder, but he was very annoyed with me because he was running so late.  This annoying attitude almost made me let him leave with the colorful, sparkly Chapstick on, but in the end, I just couldn't.  Boy, he was lucky that day...
 

Husband Not Working on His To-Do List!

 

Looks like someone is sleeping on the job.  He made it to the cleaning supplies, but did not quite make it to the bathroom he was supposed to clean.  Who the heck can fall asleep like that on the cold, kitchen floor tile?  He brought a pillow, so obviously this was a choice he made to fall asleep there.  

He Ain't Toothless, He's My Brother!

One day, when I was about 11, I had, what I thought was a great idea for something to do one afternoon.  I had made up a game to play and told my 6-year old brother about it and he thought it sounded like fun too, so we played it.  It was called ‘Try to Throw Marbles in the Other’s Mouth’. 

Of course, being the nice, big sister that I was, I said that I wanted to go first.  On my first shot, I got the marble right into his mouth!  Yeah for me!  I also knocked out one of his teeth and both of them went down his throat choking him.  I told him to stop doing that (choking) because if our mom had seen him, she was going to get mad at me. 

Well, he finally got both of them back up, and before my mom saw him doing all of that awful choking thing. Thank goodness, and I didn’t get into any trouble.  After he got all better.  He said eagerly, “My turn!”  I replied, “I don’t want to play that game anymore.”  He was pretty upset that he didn’t get his turn.  I wonder why?