Foreword: If there is something that really cheers me up, its these funny stories between a couple. I always wonder how is it possible for two people who come from different walks of life with different backgrounds to live together for each other for their next forty to fifty years.I guess these lighter moments really make it up for it :) :)
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An elderly Italian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favourite Italian anisette sprinkle cookies wafting up the stairs.
Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite anisette sprinkled cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife..... 'Back off!' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'
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The day before Christmas, a man in Ohio calls his adult son in Michigan.
"Son, I've had enough, after 40 years of marriage, I've decided to leave your mother."
The son hysterically responds: "Dad, this cannot be happening. Don't do a thing until we get there to talk some sense into you!"
The son then calls his sister in California who becomes equally hysterical. She also calls her father: "Dad, we're not going to let this happen, you and mom stay put, we'll be there tomorrow to work things out!"
The father hung up the phone, looked at his wife and said: "The kids are coming for Christmas and they're paying for their own flight."
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Gathering his remaining strength, he lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands he crawled downstairs. With laboured breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favourite anisette sprinkled cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted Italian wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his mouth, seemingly bringing him back to life.
The aged and withered hand trembled on its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife..... 'Back off!' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'
"Son, I've had enough, after 40 years of marriage, I've decided to leave your mother."
The son hysterically responds: "Dad, this cannot be happening. Don't do a thing until we get there to talk some sense into you!"
The son then calls his sister in California who becomes equally hysterical. She also calls her father: "Dad, we're not going to let this happen, you and mom stay put, we'll be there tomorrow to work things out!"
The father hung up the phone, looked at his wife and said: "The kids are coming for Christmas and they're paying for their own flight."
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